Lyrics

Aight, tell me this If you got thirty-six prostitutes and thirty cents in your pocket What you got? Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen baby Uh huh, yeah I mastered the craft on the way to keep em strung The niggas wanna keep my name from off they girls' tongue So many brag and boast and like to play high quotes Always promisin Thomas' and can't cook toast Thinkin that the mackin game is just a fashion show Not realizin that the rulers get the cash and go Pull up a chair young and notice that the lesson that I'm tellin How To Be A Player better than Bill Bellamy My tongue commits the felony, here's how I gotcha To do the things your momma told you not ta, I shot ya Collect as much product as my mouth'll get And plus I keep my game in order like the alphabet Mister spectacular, better known as Mackula Actors pimpin, a Legend just like an Acura I lay down the law at the door moment that I get wit her The female predator, etcetera etcetera Better to come on in, the Hustle's good so why Knock It Then watch the way I lock it, straight ballin, corner pocket Anything goes when it comes to hoes cuz pimpin ain't easy ("What you see is what you get") Anything goes when it comes to hoes cuz pimpin ain't easy ("Mackula, he done struck again") You stepped into the playin field, I don't know what you're thinkin Cuz game can smell game, and right now you're ass is stinkin Makin my presence known, see I only do it vague Nowadays, playahating's goin around just like the plague By re-gardless, I'm on some play-hard shit My body's used to all them, I was on the graveyard shift Survival of the fittest, now all you niggas try to get this While y'all makin love, I'm makin love into a business Now, what's the matter, no confidence within your data? I seen you trippin since I first started lookin at her And if she peak, you know that she'll creep And if you sleep, then that'll be just one you won't keep, uh Now boy you know you need your ass whipped For holdin on her hand as if you're goin on some first grade class trip You feel unable, to keep her in your stable As she listens to the bubbly that's poppin at the next table Life's finer things, victory is mine again You're tryin to win, but got to come way better than those Heineken's She feel amazed by the game that I be using And now she choosin And you done came up as the one that's losin The smooth crimin-al as I muscle in Grand theft hustlin, Mackula, he done struck again "Oh Lord!"
Writer(s): Earl Randle, Paul E. Huston, Antonio M. Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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