E-40 - I Wanna Thank U lyrics

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E-40 - I Wanna Thank U lyrics

I wanna thank you, pimps and players For sharing your game with me I wanna thank all, of the hustlers For showing me your life, on the street And I know, that'll I never For-get you Ooh-ooh-ooh, forget about you Oh-oh-oh All the hustlers C'mon, that's right And I know, that'll I never, Forget you Sprinkle me man Uh, sprinkle me man Ah laced up by the best, check it out, Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone You can tell that the Hillside was his home Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin' Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth Cause your ba** rock bu*ter, that's right t**n' over shifts Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper Til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer Thangs started gettin' sloppy, dude started rollin' over n***as started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil Po'-po's on that a** like hot baby oil Play your cards right son everybody can have cash But you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last Uh,. pimps and players For sharing your game with me All the hustlers Fo' showin' me yo' life on the streets And I know, that'll I never Forget you, that's real Sprinkle me man Lace me man Lace me man I was sprinkled at a young age Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best Some of them still livin', some of them done been put to rest But I was blessed, and luckily I made it out But I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without The big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons The street hustlers, the pistol packin' Daniel Boone's That put it down and paved the way, for me to say The things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay To U.K. I spits this big time talkin' sh** all day Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased Stick to the rules and don't be sellin' out to no police I always paid attention when the game was preached Had all the street slang and the latest speech And now I'm makin' more mail than a oil well Up all night tryin' to get my money orders right Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players) For sharing your game with me All the hustlers C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets And I know that'll I never Forget you, that's so damn real Sprinkle me man Sprinkle me man Suga, sprinkle me gal Suga, c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal It started from my momma (yo' momma?) Hard headed and all She said, "Only the strong survive, Suga stay strong" Seein' a bunch of fools, that used to ride Smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw Without a pot to piss in Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benz's I've run all this game that the hustlers pop Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock Now the game's the same, but the players changed Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne Timer timer (timer timer) Uh, yeah, that's my nogga, sprinkle thee Paper chasin' steady flowin' to the dome It ain't no place like home, ooh ooh Pay my respects and give my contributions To all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions Insti-tuitions (I wanna thank you, pimps and players) that's right Fo' Sharin yo' game with me Uh (yeah, ooh ooh ooh) all the hustlers That's so damn real And I know that'll I never (forget you) forget you Lace me man, sprinkle me man (and that's real) C'mon, sprinkle me man (yeah) that's right Lace me man (sprinkle me man) Sprinkle me man Lace me man That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K With my sista Suga T Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay 707 415 10 That's the car I roll with And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide Pimpin' players, for tyin' my shoes and lacin' me up

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