Players Holiday

What?
You say what?
The president did what?
Hah man, that's hey, that's all good, baby
He got rid of the player haters too?
Ah man, we need to declare this a national holiday
We gonna call this Players Holiday
Ant B-Z, what up man?

Rise and shine, make you wanna say
"Dear God, let me thank you for another day
For livin' life on the edge and I'm tryin' to break it"
Tired of duckin' the feds, but it's a struggle to make it
So this is your day homey, now it's time to shine
If a player's only trickin', you can wine and dine
Stress free from the drama, better go get your ticket
Then come on 'cause, some squares can't lie to kick it

It feels good not to grind no more
Don't get it twisted, 'cause I still hustle
Maintainin', just tryin' to reach my goal
Livin' life truly successful, so that my little soldier never have to sell no dope
All the Cutties from the pens comin' home again
And we ain't tryin' to kill each other, 'cause brother, we all in
Beautiful black women, give 'em much respect
And ain't no funk 'tween the east and the west, it's just a Player Holiday (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 a lovely day

Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
(A lovely day), lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day

January one, the year 2000, we gettin' all the money and we ain't through clownin'
You can tell everybody that stays around your way, today is the official Player's Holiday
Short Dog, I'm lovin' every minute of it
'Cause, pimpin's been around since the beginning of it
We barbecuin' chicken, that's what we doin'
Buy some breezys and we kickin'
And Cap, what you doin?

I'm just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all realize that Hip-Hop and rap won't stop
Puttin' it together like a racing track (like a racing track)
Where's all my Latino, Philippino, and Ese 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
Talkin' 'bout the youth, the little kids, forget about you? Never

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, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
(A lovely day), lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day

Oh, you didn't have to go, uh, uh
You didn't have to go, yeah
You didn't have to go

Now, all the real players throw your Rollies in the air, and wave 'em all around like you just don't care
From side to side, and from front to back, yeah
Throw the peace sign baby, show me where you at (that's right)
Dollar bill y'all (dollar, dollar), and we could scream it out loud
And Mac Mall's here, homey that can move the crowd
So what the deal with you nigga, you could cross the town (be real, keep it real)
Put the squeeze on the haters, ain't no need to clown

None of the homies got pop
None of the spots got batter am
And I'll be damned, it's crackin' like a summer jam
Barbecues, no more feuds, players embracin'
Slammin' dominos, bustin' raps, still paper chasin'
Competitors keep a distance, it's all love, baby
Rub-a-dub-dub love, welcome to the Players Club, baby
A family affair, a toast to the bay, hey
Looks like it's gonna be one of them lovely days (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, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
(A lovely day), lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day

Mama used to put my clothes on layaway, yeah
Now, I'm dipped everyday and every C-note got big face
Holler at me man (holla at me, holla), man used to ride the back of the bus
Now, I'm spinnin V-12's though, the times is rough (rough)
In God we trust (trust), haters, you can only hate us (uh-uh)
But can't front 'cause you knew that we was bound to blow up (uh)
Gettin' paid what we can, Short Dog and Ant Banks (ha-ha-ha)
Mac Mall do it big on a Players Hol-