Artist: Seagram f/ Too $hort
Album: Reality Check
Song: Gangstas & Players
[Too $hort]
$hort Dog's in the house...
Hey, Seag, what you mean when you talk about gangstas?
[Seagram]
When I'm talking about gangstas
I ain't talking about gang bangers
Small time corner hangers, I'm talking about bird slangers
Not them fake a** shoot em up type
But the type that shoot you a** when the time's right
So would you tell me what's your mack like
What's your stack like
Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light
n***as keep it ceased, my pockets increases
I can't be faded, not even with some bleach
Most of you n***as ain't gangstas, you kicking drama
But that drama will cause your a** drama
In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V
On the late night ride, straight on the mission
On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens
Gangsta living is a sport
But playing these hoes is for the pros
Like my boy Too $hort
[Too $hort]
Big Baby pa** the mic so I can dog these freaks
Two rapping mothaf**as from East Oakland streets...
On that a**, so what you gonna do with that?
Some b**h lost a n***a when they peeled his cap
When they was getting at his a**, hollered 'Let that go!'
But Oakland, California don't protect no hoe
Cause they'll write you off like taxes
Everywhere you go you get your a** kicked
n***as don't appreciate you coming with a phony
Kinda like The Mack when he smoked Pretty Tony
And that's straight pimp game from the O
My name is $hort Dog, you wanna know...
Some? Nothing but gangstas and playas out here
Can't be a fake n***a staying out here
b**hes learn early to respect this game
So they never talk down on a player's name
b**h...b**h...b**h...
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players
[Seagram]
It's the big bad a** n***a named Seag
Back in your a** with a trick up my sleave
Snitches acting like a b**hes in a way
Gonna be find with the vicious, sewing stiches, when I spray
You f**ing with a n***a that's hard to the bone
Giving mothaf**as close-ups of my barrel
So peek out game from the East Side vet
From the 69 set, it's as real as it gets
Still blending up hop in a blender
Wore my beanie at the Winter, a full time offender
With them terrorized, hellafied, gangstarized lyrics
Creeping to you speaker like an Alcapone spirit
Crawling and balling to the East Side jungle
n***as steady calling, I'm holling off bundless
I'm the judge and jury of this court
But I'ma kick back and hit this 'Port
And pa** the mic to $hort
[Too $hort]
I'm zipping Hennessey straight, smoking my dank
My b**h is outta pocket, can't have no bank
Should I kick her mothaf**ing a**?
Cause punk n***as out here don't last
Maybe I should fire my b**h and get a new hoe
Have her sprung on old school Too $ho
Let her fine a** ride in my Lexus
Take her to my house and start talking about s**, b**h
Anyway you want it, it be something tight
Roll with $hort Dog, b**h, you f**ing tonight
Straight player from the O, hoe, yes, it's me
Got love for the gangstas from S.N.V
If it weren't for the pimp and a mack in me
I wouldn't holler at my homeboys, black indeed
What's up? Seag got me at the studio
Called me up so I can take it to these hoes
And that's just what we gonna do...
Take it to these hoe a** n***as and you b**hes...
Straight from the Oaktown...
East Side, b**h...
[Seagram]
Macking and stacking...
Slapping b**hes, you know what I mean?
Just a gangsta thang, you know what I'm saying?
East Side, b**h, in the house...