These niggas ain't feelin us
It's the best kept secret, baby
Down south
We got women on the beach
Swerve on streets
Players ridin drop
And the flips won't stop
[Verse 1]
Now tell me what y'all know about a player like me comin through steppin
I'm wreckin, New Orlean'an, and in 1984 turned Texan
Lyrically flexin I made a name for myself
Gained love, not in clubs, on streets, and I dealt
With these playa-hatas out here among us in the game
I had to pass em by cause it really wasn't my thing
Now don't you wanna scream it like you mean it
To them fools who said I couldn't do it
The ones that said that if I left the group, then I'd be ruined
Keep on doin what you're doin
That's what my conscience said, use your head, and you'll win
Cause them haters who I thought was my partners, wasn't really my niggas
They reneged, they couldn't stand to see me get big in the business
That's why they player-hated me
Talkin my business to them broads like we related, gee?
It never faded me cause I know where my head is at
Know where I'm headed at, that's why I keep on makin...
[Chorus]
Now the deeper the root
The bigger the square of the loot
When people think of the bomb shit, they think of the boon, fool
I'm speakin the truth, partner, seek and you'll find
Southern dialect, I'm regulatin, that's how I gets down for mine
[Verse 2]
It's on to the break of dawn
So why should I stop kickin these fly-ass rhymes
That's puttin these knots in my pocket? I'm
About to rock until I can't no mo'
I'm takin this here all the way to the bank for dough
