作词 : Davis, Martin Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler? No I'm not Are you a man, and can you stand alone Like a man has to sometimes? Yes I canAre you willing, to go out there And save the lives of our children Even if it means losin' your own life? Yes I amI believe you Jeru, you're ready You've no-no-nothin' to worry about Now, I don't push a LexOthers had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next All, these so called players up in the rap game Got brothers on the corner sellin' cooked ******* It used to be La Toya and, Jim HatsBut now it's Uzis Macs and, G-packs of cracks Everybody's psycho or some type of good fellow But me, I keep it real that's all swine like JelloDon't drink Cristal, and I can't stand MoNever received currency for movin' a kilo Or an ounce, make 'em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints Mama always said, "Watch what comes out your mouth" Tight case for the D A from here to down SouthKnowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth You're a player but only because you be playin' yourself With all that Big Willie talk, hop, ya playin' yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, ya playin' yaself With all that rah rah rah, ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself With all that rah rah rah, ya playin' yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, ya playin' yaself With all that Big Willie talk hop, ya playin yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself Now these ladies is lookin' pretty from city to city I refined a few I met, around the country The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections And sisters with good minds get no respect when Their ass is all hangin' out, playin' the bar section Of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab I drop the truth, 'cause rhymin' is more than just my craft Or a way to get ass or fast cash or blasted Black women, make sure you're respected When ****** is kickin' that old off the wall ****, Let 'em know from jump, "Dead it", you're not ignorant Knowledge, wisdom, understandin' is the key to wealth Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself With those hooker type wears, hon, ya playin' yaself With those skin tight jeans, baby, ya playin' yaself Everythin' all exposed ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself Everythin' all exposed ya playin' yaself With those skin tight jeans, baby, ya playin' yaself With those hooker type wears, hon, ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs In the projects, or use mics to sell *** ******, nowadays is all about this So much ying yang, it's ridiculous If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors And these record companies shake 'em down like mobsters But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas Always fakin' moves, never, makin' moves Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin' down You fools, you work all week and give the devil Back his loot for jewels And the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals Still, brothers leave brothers all battered and bruised On the streets won't see snakes on my feet The race is on, but I won't compete in this competition Because I have a greater mission I hope that you listen Knowledge, wisdom and understanding brings, long life and health Think anything else and ya playin' yaself So all that Big Willie talk, hop, ya, playin' yaself And all those skin tight jeans, hon, ya playin' yaself And all that rah rah rah, ya, playin' yaself Ya, playin' yaself, ya, playin' yaself And all those hooker type wears, baby, ya playin' yaself And all that big gun talk money, ya playin' yaself Everything all exposed, ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself I don't play
作词 : Davis, Martin Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler? No I'm not Are you a man, and can you stand alone Like a man has to sometimes? Yes I canAre you willing, to go out there And save the lives of our children Even if it means losin' your own life? Yes I amI believe you Jeru, you're ready You've no-no-nothin' to worry about Now, I don't push a LexOthers had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next All, these so called players up in the rap game Got brothers on the corner sellin' cooked ******* It used to be La Toya and, Jim HatsBut now it's Uzis Macs and, G-packs of cracks Everybody's psycho or some type of good fellow But me, I keep it real that's all swine like JelloDon't drink Cristal, and I can't stand MoNever received currency for movin' a kilo Or an ounce, make 'em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints Mama always said, "Watch what comes out your mouth" Tight case for the D A from here to down SouthKnowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth You're a player but only because you be playin' yourself With all that Big Willie talk, hop, ya playin' yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, ya playin' yaself With all that rah rah rah, ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself With all that rah rah rah, ya playin' yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, ya playin' yaself With all that Big Willie talk hop, ya playin yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself Now these ladies is lookin' pretty from city to city I refined a few I met, around the country The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections And sisters with good minds get no respect when Their ass is all hangin' out, playin' the bar section Of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab I drop the truth, 'cause rhymin' is more than just my craft Or a way to get ass or fast cash or blasted Black women, make sure you're respected When ****** is kickin' that old off the wall ****, Let 'em know from jump, "Dead it", you're not ignorant Knowledge, wisdom, understandin' is the key to wealth Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself With those hooker type wears, hon, ya playin' yaself With those skin tight jeans, baby, ya playin' yaself Everythin' all exposed ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself Everythin' all exposed ya playin' yaself With those skin tight jeans, baby, ya playin' yaself With those hooker type wears, hon, ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs In the projects, or use mics to sell *** ******, nowadays is all about this So much ying yang, it's ridiculous If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors And these record companies shake 'em down like mobsters But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas Always fakin' moves, never, makin' moves Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin' down You fools, you work all week and give the devil Back his loot for jewels And the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals Still, brothers leave brothers all battered and bruised On the streets won't see snakes on my feet The race is on, but I won't compete in this competition Because I have a greater mission I hope that you listen Knowledge, wisdom and understanding brings, long life and health Think anything else and ya playin' yaself So all that Big Willie talk, hop, ya, playin' yaself And all those skin tight jeans, hon, ya playin' yaself And all that rah rah rah, ya, playin' yaself Ya, playin' yaself, ya, playin' yaself And all those hooker type wears, baby, ya playin' yaself And all that big gun talk money, ya playin' yaself Everything all exposed, ya playin' yaself Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself I don't play
