Westside Webb - Player Games 2 Lyrics

(Ayo Freddie)
(Yap)
(Yap)
(Come on)
Tuh, part two
Let me show you nigga's how I jumped off the stoop
Only four doors
Can't really fit in no coupe
Lil' Webbie the truth
Just watch how I do
They watchin' the moves
S class, f*ck class
Ain't f*ckin with school
Duffle bags in the mansion
When I get to flexin'
Know you can't stand me
Tell you something 'bout me
The opposite of stagnant
Tuh, this pinot tasting fantastic
Smoked too much weed
Lungs blacker than molasses
Tuh, threw on them Cartier glasses
Old heads mad like how these young niggas having
Tuh, I got my own plays
If this a competition, know that I'm leading the race
I am the boss ain't got to ask for no f*ckin raise
(Yea I don't work for nobody nigga, I'm my own boss)
Let me see the double up
Triple up
Magic City, pick it up
All up in yo city huh
Webbie he the business huh
Where I'm from, shootouts in broad day
Three minute mistake
Now that nigga got all day
Gamble with yo life
Nigga this ain't no parlay
I still hit
Me and Poly Boy at 3.0 with a mill tick
Westside wine sipping
You know I'm still lit
This that player games two nigga
Talk your shit Webbie
(Yap, part two nigga)
(Welcome to the player games, and it's a wrap just like that)
(Webbie)