(Mike Marshall)

Just pimps and ho's and playas

No time for player haters

(Ph balanced) Just pimps and ho's and players

Just players, players

Sucker free from player haters



(Keek tha Sneek)

It be going down in the town on a Friday afternoon

I'm in that L-Co, drinking strawberry hills boones

And I'm thinking to myself, I ain't near perved

It takes henn dogg and some herb just to make me swerve

I picked up T-Funk, fat blunt in the ear lobe

It spin likes a globe, I stick it in while I'm talking on my mobe

To a freak of the week who be scheming

But she ain't knowing me and funk is down for the tag teaming

Hooked it up for later on, hung up the phone,

fired up the blunt slapped the heater on, we was on

And like always, fools to the left, player hating

So I got ho intersection waiting while that L-Co-atin

Came out swinging sideways, it was all so sweet

Then threw the peace sign up, it was G's on the streets

Out the six duece, seen orange man and eastwood

Eyes red, on the front porch smoked in the hood

Got back on the mobile, started dialing up some mo digits

Cause I knew they was bugging, I seen that purple civic

Back on the strip, fresh paint, rally's shining

Rewinding the album called -flowautomatic nine

Deciding should I go get another sack

I'm in a Co, with ten in a lark, so we riding back to back

As I start shake and bake, earth like a quake, it ain't Sunday

I ain't hitting the lake, five-oh jacking fool, that's a mistake

I'm just going to stick to the strip and drink that Carlo Rossi Rhine

In the O-A-K, where we chill and parlay in the sunshine.



(Singing- Mike Marshall)

In the sunshine, just pimps and ho's and playas