Texty:
Player S Anthem

of them jams ya?ll. This one of them, this one of them, this one of them play em all nights. This one of them, this one of them, this one of them anthems

goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living in the Crack Spot, banging at Sheek Louch The narcotics is far from garbage Whether it's cold or it's

she no want nobody in her way Say she don't want a clown, today is going away So your grind, it is the road that I play That's why me go stop that, '

watch the can fall off i can kill yall and yall boss shotguns handguns louder than a band drum you fuckin with the drum major let me play you the anthem

Kim and Cee's advance Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants From Branson, now we lampin', twelve room mansion Bitches get naked off, "Get Money", "Player's Anthem

but now we're up in the BIG LEAGUES My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa It ain't nuttin wrong with that, huh

dealer You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga! [Chorus] [E-40] UHHH... I play my position So much throb in the trunk got the CD player skippin (CD player

, not too long It's got back-up voc's in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs It takes a little pause Just before I sing the anthem Please play

we might play the silent game Catch each other's eyes again but that's where it ends Until you ask me my name and I feel like a kid again And it's that