G'fellas - (this Is For The) Player In You lyrics

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(this Is For The) Player In You / G'fellas[Slow Pain]Ha haIt's the G-Spot FamilyBig time playersHustler and ballers[Verse 1: Slow Pain]Let me hit you in the ear with that saucy lovePlayer mack in that 'Llac for that man aboveHeaven sent to be a player, homey, thought you knewG-Spot G's, money hustler clique crewThis is for the player in you, the player in meSlow Pain, Big Daddy Nympho O.G.Floatin' on the ocean, two million dollar yatchThe moonlight, takin' tequila shotsMoney over matter, bases loaded, I'm the dataIt really doesn't matter who pocket be fatterTell me who gon' pimp, like I pimpBenihana's, lobster and shrimpLimousine ridin', cold Dom PerignonRollin' with a super freak mob, so it's onThey tell me crossover and I sell a millionBut I'm a, platinum player, chillin' like a villainChorus: Diane GordonThis is, for the player in youIt's real, money, dreams, they come trueThis is, for the player in youThis game, it's gon' last forever[Verse 2: Nino Brown]Now who got the most mack, and who got the most stackSuckers on the way, hot sex and some six-packsWho's the papi on these days like a pimpGot them heinas in the front row, come into my condoWhat's your name, how you doin', lookin' nasty (Lookin' nasty)I'm rappin' to you with my voice that's raspyAin't nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind (Bump and grind)And if you down with it, we gon' do it all nightWorldwide players, I thought you knew, and theIf you ain't down with it, you can skip town with itBaby, gotta jump on it, I know you want it, thoughSee, I could tell by the way that you flaunt it, hoeFiending for my pesos, the quesoDame un beso, then let it goHell no, G's upThem other tricks way downAnd we clownin' when we mobbin' through your townRepeat Chorus[Verse 3: A.L.T.]They call me A.L.T. The SaintLots of papes but no haloPull my own weight, dough, floss, and still stay lowUp in the studio, drinking 40'sWith all my shorties, talking 'bout all them crime storiesAnd we always got a heina or twoShe said, "You got a girl," I say, "Yeah, kind of, I do"I can't be lying to you, because she's finer than youBut you ain't jealous cause I see you got some player in youCome on, let's get sneaky, you can meet meOn the D.L. we'll takes, even trips to WaikikiMaybe your homegirl will hook up, or give-eWe're only on the beach, pretendin' to be guiltyOh wellI just love them femalesSippin' them pina coladas out of the coconut shellsSmokin' a frajo with Don Joe around threeBaby, I got player in meRepeat Chorus[Verse 4: ODM]It's Mister ODM, that brown royal kingpin (Uh)Ride around Vegas in a rag 'Cedes BenzProducer, extraordinaire with a tight rapSomethin' for you players in them Coup CadillacsLatino millionaire at the MGM GrandBig dice, money fiend, with a mic in my handWe the hit makin' family (Uh hun)They can't handle me (Uh uh)Don't get it twisted, babyIt's just the player in meRepeat Chorus Twice[Diane Gordon]This is, for the player in you...