NON VERBAL HYPNOSISNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisNon verbal hypnosisLike havin' ice tanksSo every night I thank the man for the cocaineIt pays my bills, it lavish, it's how I liveIt buys me new clothes, it helps me feed my fuckin' kidsPlus I'm sprung on the cashBitch, I beat your ass if you come up shortTalkin' all you got is halfCrackers starin' at me cause I'm smellin' like weedMy beeper goes off, mo' keys, mo' G'sA drug dealer, that's what I amI'm the infamous player, the nigga K-SamHe's the neighborhood drug dealer, my manThe infamous player, the nigga K-SamNow I got the fresh candy paint on my hooptyJust like a player fishin' through my ashtrayFor a doobie, straight to the cleaners in and outSince I hit a fat lick last nightI think I'll buy my mama leather couchAnd a big screen TVAnd for myself, I think I'll get another diamond ringI got the triple gold D's for my cattyPlus I paid my rent up for twelve months, gladlyBut everywhere I go, it never seems to failAnother nigga's tryin' to tell meTake another brother's mayoBut I stay strapped with my hat all the timeWith my Trey 8-Ball or my Chrome 9Plus I got the riches, and I got the bitchesI'm crawlin' over ditches while my nigga hits the switchesI flew my cousin in all the way from Portland$33.50 for a half pound in OregonBut that's alright cause I can buy that *, niggaThat's why the * I love being a drug dealerThat's what I amI'm the infamous player, the nigga K-SamThe infamous drug dealer, my manThe infamous player, the nigga K-SamHe's the neighborhood drug dealerThat infamous player, foolSince it's Saturday night, I think I'll go and get a roomAt the Hyatt, Regency, havin' hoes pleasin' meI know some niggas might even call it trickin'But it's finger lickin' good when it's all about the pimpin'Or make a big paper on the counterSellin' 50 packs of OZs, now I'm off to CaliforniaJust so I could reelBut if I speed up with the loot5-0 pulls me over, then I might shootBut I made it to the crib, now I'm cookin'Fuckin' with my calculatorAnd it's lookin' like I'm takin' half the profits that the pack made usCalled up my boys, we headin' for Las VegasMy partner Mikey wanna cheat, playin' rouletteThat nigga Magic hit a $20,000 betWe drink the best drink, we smoke the best tankI'm havin' so much money that your ass could ever thinkSo I don't need your hoe, so * your hoeThat nigga K-Sam's about to mow money, mow a drug dealerThat's what I am, I'm the infamous playerThe nigga K-SamIt's the neighborhood drug deal, my manIt's the neighborhood drug deal, my manIt's the neighborhood drug dealIt's the neighborhood drug dealIt's the neighborhood drug dealIt's the neighborhood drug deal