CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Player’s Anthem (Original)

(n***as) grab your d**k if you love hip-hop
(b*t*hes) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of sh*t it happens everyday

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain’t the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' sh*t
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G’wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. cliquе thick like Luke dancers
n***as grab your gats, b*t*hеs take a glance at
The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
Playin' Big Willie style with the chauffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A n***a act up, makes the b*st*rd hard to find

(n***as) grab your d**k if you love hip-hop
(b*t*hes) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of sh*t it happens everyday
(n***as) grab your d**k if you love hip-hop
(b*t*hes) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of sh*t it happens everyday