Too $hort (too Short) - Players holiday lyrics

T.W.D.Y. - Player's Holiday F/ Mac Mall & Too Short [Too $hort] What? You say what? The president did what? Ah man, that's hey, that's all good baby He got rid of the player haters too? Ah man, we need to declare this a national holiday We gonna call this Players Holiday Ant B-Z what up man? [Ant Banks] Rise and shine, make you wanna say Dear God, let me thank you for another day For livin' life on the edge and I'm tryin' to break it Tired of duckin' the Feds, but it's a struggle to make it So this is your day homey, now it's time to shine If a player's only trickin', you can wine and dine Stress free from the drama, better go get your ticket Then come on cause some squares can't lie to kick it [Mac Mall] It feels good not to grind no more Don't get it twisted cause I still hustle Maintainin' just tryin' to reach my goal Livin' life truly successful So that my little soldier never have to sell no dope All the Cutties from the pens comin' home again And we ain't tryin' to k** each other cause brother we all in Beautiful black women give 'em much respect And ain't no funk 'tween the east and the west It's just a Player Holiday Chorus[1]: Today's the day the Players play So you better be on your way (On your way, your way) Now it's time to celebrate Hurry up and don't be late Cause you know it's gonna be a lovely day Chorus[2]: Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day (A lovely day) Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day [Too $hort] January 1 the year 2000 We gettin' all the money and we ain't through clownin' You can tell everybody that stays around your way Today is the official Player's Holiday Short Dog I'm lovin' every minute of it Cause pimpin's been around since the beginning of it We barbecuin' chicken, that's what we doin' Buy some breezys and we kickin' And Cap what you doin? [Captain Save Em] I'm just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch I figured by now y'all realize that Hip-Hop and Rap won't stop Puttin' it together like a racing track Where's all my Latino, Philippino, and Ese partners at? I know you feel me when I say that life's a struggle But God first, y'all know we all can't help but bubble So keep your head up And know that things are changing for the better Talkin' 'bout the youth, the little kids Forget about you, never [1,2]Chorus [Ant Banks] Now all the real players throw your Rollies in The air And wave 'em all around like you just don't care From side to side and from front to back Throw the peace sign baby, show me where you at Dollar bill y'all, and we could scream it out loud And Mac Mall's here, homey that can move the crowd So what the deal with you n***a, you could cross the town Put the squeeze on the haters, ain't no need to clown [Rappin 4-tay] None of the homies got pop None of the spots got batteram And I'll be damned, it's crackin' like a Summer Jam Barbecues, no more feuds, players embracin' Slammin' dominos, bustin' raps, still paper chasin' Competitors keep a distance, it's all love baby Rub-a-dub-dub love, welcome to the Players Club baby A family affair, a toast to the bay, hey Looks like it's gonna be one of them lovely days [2]Chorus [Mac Mall] Mama used to put my clothes on layaway Now I'm dipped everyday and every C-note got big face Holler at me man, used to ride the back of the bus Now I'm spinnin V-12's though the times is rough In God we trust haters, you can only hate us But can't front cause you knew that we was bound to blow up Gettin' paid what we can, Short Dog and Ant Banks Mac Mall do it big on a Players Holiday, yeah