What? You said what? The president did what?
Oh man, that's all good baby. He got rid of the player haters too?
Oh man, we need to declare this a national holiday. We gonna call this player's holiday.
Matt Beezy, what's up man?
Rise and shine, make you wanna say. Dear God, let me thank you for another day.
Been living life on the edge and I'm trying to break it.
I'm tired of ducking the fence, but it's a struggle to make it.
So this is your day homie, now it's time to shine.
Make the players only chicken, we can whine and dine.
Stress free from the drama, better get your ticket.
And come on, cause the squares can't glide to kick it.
It feels good not to grind no more. Don't get it twisted cause I'm still her soul.
Maintaining it, trying to reach my goal. Living life truly successful.
So that my little soldier never have to sell no dough.
All the cutties from the pen is coming home again.
And we ain't trying to kill each other cause brother we all can.
Beautiful black.
We ain't trying to give them much respect.
It ain't no funk to win the East and the West, it's just a player holiday.
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.
I love you.
Love it there, love it there, love it there.
Love it there, love it there, love it there.
January 1 the year 2000.
We getting all the money and we ain't through clowning.
You can tell everybody that stays around your way.
Today is the official players holiday show dog.
I'm loving every minute of it.
Cause pimp has been around since the beginning of it.
We barbecuing chicken.
That's what we doing.
Got some breezes and we kicking the cap.
What you doing?
I'm just sitting here timing like a Rolex watch.
I figure by now y'all realize that hip hop and rap won't stop.
Putting it together like a racing track.
Where's all my Latino, Filipino, and SA 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.
Talking about the youth, the little kids.
Forget about you.
Get out.
Get out.







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That's why you better be on your way.
On your way.
Going right.
Now it's time to celebrate .
Hurry up and don't be late.
Cause you know it's gonna be a lovely day.
Lovely day.

Lovely day.
Love le day.
Love le day.
Love le day.
Now all the real players know your rollies in the air
Wave em all around like you just don't care
From side to side and from front to back
For the peace, son, baby, show me where you at
It's all a deal, y'all, and we can scream it out loud
Ain't no laws here, homie, that can move the crowds
So deal with your nigga, we can force the town
Squeeze on the haters, ain't no need to clown
None of the homies got pop, none of the spots got batteram
And I be damn as crackin' like a summer jam
Barbecues, no more fumes, players embracing
Slammin' dominoes, bustin' raps, still paper chasing
Competitors keep a distance, it's all love, baby
Brother Dub Dub, welcome to the Players Club, baby
A family affair, a toast to the bank
Hey, look like it's gon' be one of them lovely days
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, lovely day, lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
Mama used to put my clothes on layaway
Now I'm dipped every day
And every C-note got big face
Holla at me, man, used to ride the back of the bus
Now I'm spinnin' V12, though the times is rough
And God we trust
Haters, you can only hate us
Ain't frank, cause you knew that we was bound to blow up
Gettin' paper with kids, short dog
And Ant Banks, Mack Marr, do it big
All of us play a holiday