Couldn’t be a Better Player
Too $hort, The East Side Boyz, Lil Jon
Nigga, what? Nigga, what? Nigga, what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Us niggas from the south be representing shit
And trying to keep these player
Haters off our dicks
Never fucking with them loud-ass
Clicks and crews
And bucking down busters that be acting rude
'Cause these niggas and these hoes
On some other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come for you?
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
(What? What's up? What? What?)
What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
(What? What's up? What? What)
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
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What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
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What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
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Represent yo' click, motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
And if you don't, then you must be a buster
(You a buster)
Represent yo' click, motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
And if you don't, then you must be a buster
(You a buster)
Now put your middle finger up, motherfucker
(Motherfucker)
Now put your middle finger up, motherfucker
(Motherfucker) now drop them bows on
Them motherfucking suckers (On them suckers)
Now drop them bows on
Them motherfucking suckers (On them suckers)
Now get crunk, motherfucker, get crunk
(Get crunk)
Now get crunk, motherfucker, get crunk
(Get crunk)
Now get drunk, motherfucker, get drunk
(Get drunk)
Now get drunk, motherfucker, get drunk
(Get drunk) now tell them hoes
(What?) to drop they clothes (What?)
And cut some for the motherfucking D-Lo
Now tell them hoes
(What?) to drop they clothes (What?)
And cut some for the motherfucking D-Lo
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
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What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
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What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
(What? What's up? What? What Short, short)
Now I don't give a fuck about
Yo' Benz or yo' light-skinned bitch
I give a fuck who you tell
You don't like this shit
The fact still stand you got one girlfriend
And I feel like the whole world's pimp
I can't be like you, always acting fake
I can tell you how much a real mack can make
A million dollars ain't shit to spend
I get some new hoes and get it again
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get some dick
I told you, got the game from the old niggas
Everytime I park my car
Come the gold diggers
With the easy pussy sign on display
If you lookin' for some money
Don't come this way
You couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like that
But peep
I be fucking hoes everyday of the week, bitch
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
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(What? What's up? What? What Short, short)
Now I don't give a fuck about your
Phone book and all your pictures
Chillin' at the club with all your bitches
Lying on your dick, save the drama
Got my eye on your bitch and your baby mama
'Cause you snoozing, you know the rules, pimp
Your bitch is choosing
You 'bout to lose them
Yelling, "Get yo' ass in the car, bitch"
But I'm much too fast with this hard dick
Short dog took your broad, it just can't be
Your bitch suck me and fuck me
Than she thank me i know the whole story
You ain't servin' it right
I'll probably stop by and put
Some work in tonight
You couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you fucked everyday of the week
I know you think you got it like that
But peep
I be fucking hoes every day of the week
I know you couldn't be a
Better player than me
Even if you rode in luxury
I know you smoke colting that top notch freak
You never could be a better player than me
Bitch
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
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What the fuck you gon' do, nigga? What the-
(What? What's up? What? What? Short, short)
What the fuck you gon' do? What you gon' do
(What? What's up? What? What Short, short)
Now what's up, fuck nigga? What's up?
(What's up?)
Now what's up, fuck nigga? What's up?
(What's up?)
You gon' buck, fuck nigga, then buck
(Then buck)
You gon' buck, fuck nigga, then buck
(Then buck)
Your boys done left you, now you stuck
(Now you stuck)
Your boys done left you, now you stuck
(Now you stuck)
Ain't got no pistol on your ass
So you fucked (You fucked)
Ain't got no pistol on your ass
So you fucked (You fucked)
You wanna run like a motherfucking bitch
(Like a bitch) you shouldn't have been
No motherfucking snitch (You a snitch)
You wanna run like a motherfucking bitch
(Like a bitch) you shouldn't have been
No motherfucking snitch (You a snitch)
My nigga trigger finger startin' to itch
(Startin' to itch)
My nigga trigger finger startin' to itch
(Startin' to itch) you shouldn't have been
No motherfucking bitch (You a bitch)
You shouldn't have been
No motherfucking bitch (You a bitch)
Now I don't give a fuck if you
Fuck the richest bitch on Earth
You can be a gigolo and
Couldn't get more work
'Cause I'm a player from way back
Taught by the best no hater can fade me
I was short like the rest of y'all
Half-stepping little dicks wanna be big
Willies, you got a bad case of the sillies
In the studio, you make believers
In real life
You more like the cape crusaders
Rushing to the scene to save the hoes
Everytime they come across them crazy folks
You cuff 'em, hurry up and get 'em to safety
But sooner or later, the bitch gotta face me
'Cause I put the game down from the start
And you ain't nothing but a dumb-ass mark
Do your thing and watch me do mine
Get the bitch on the phone
And let's see who lyin', nigga
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