BABY BEESH, A.L.T. - Player's City lyrics

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Ladies and gentlemen

Thank you for visiting Player's City

Please remain seated and keep your arms and legs inside of the tram at all times

Warning

If you are not a player

Or a rider

Please exit to the rear at once

Due to the high intensity of this trip

Are you all buckled up?

Here we go

I come from

The city of players

And my uncle Roger, baby, he's the mayor

See, we all got paper so we pops a

I hangs with money makers and I rolls with ballers

Sucker free city, theme song Doo Wah Diddy

Mercedes on 20"s, all the ladies look pretty

Zapp in the background, time to put my mack down

Player's City, homie

Tell 'em how we put it down

You see my Impala rollin' down the road

It's on 'em 100 spoke

I got so rough bumpin' out the radio

And your baby wanna know how them players flow

So slide on in and we gon' take a trip

If you a freak goldie, if you a player or pimp

Everybody wanna be where the switches get hit

Player city of punks

Where the riders won't quit

Won't you run and ride with me

And let me show you where the party's at

Player's City

Won't you come and ride with me

And let me show you where the party's at

I'm in a

I been in Player's City, ain't no busters aloud

We gon' freak this party til the sun come up

Where the homeboys are fine and the ladies done up

I come up to the front, see the fellas from Zapp

Ese lady JV

And I'm ready to rap

I'm ready to rave, I see Roger on the stage

Who wanna ride with Gee

Who wanna slide with me

On three, through the city, where the players be

It's Player's City, baby, and we bringing the heat

We gonna party tonight

On the dancefloor

Up in the club

With more bounce to the ounce, throw your hands up

We gon' do it right

All through the night

So rough, so tough and so tight

Oooh

Always

Let's get to Player's City

Oooh, I can't wait to get down

Oooh

Well now

It ain't no set trippin'

Everybody livin'

Cadillac drippin' with them super fly woman

Skyin' high like an eagle

Latino very stylo

They ask, "Baby Bash, why your game is so frio? "

I be straightin' on the

Money motivations

And here in D.C., we don't allow playa-hation

Do the math, mama

Count it, one, two, three

Me gon' get with you, but you no get no money

Top dawg with the front

Bouncin' on a 6-6

'Riffic

Code name Mr. Blunt

I'm on a one way, headed to the spot

Where players rest

It's a lot of work in keepin' it hot

To take a box and makin' a dock

Keepin' it real tight

Everybody ready to drop

I think I just might

Swoop my dawgs and head to P. City

Where the players

Wait a minute

Check this out

Let me tell you how the real players are

Play on