Player's City

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for visiting Player's City
Please remain seated and keep your arms and legs
Inside of the tram at all times
Warning!
If you are not a player or a rider, please exit to the rear at once
Due to the high intensity of this trip
Are you all buckled up?
Here we go

I come from the city of players
And my uncle Roger, baby, he's the mayor
See, we all got paper so we pops a
I hangs with money makers and I rolls with ballers

Sucker free city, theme song Doo Wah Diddy
Mercedes on twenties, all the ladies look pretty
Zapp in the background, time to put my mack down
Player's City homie, tell 'em how we put it down

You see my Impala rolling down the road
It's on 'em hundred spoke game and they silent golden
I got so rough bumping out the radio
And your baby wanna know how them players flow

So slide on in and we gone take a trip
If you a freak Goldie, if you a player or pimp
Everybody wanna be where the switches get hit
Player city of punks where the riders won't quit

Won't you run and ride with me
And let me show you where the party's at
Where the players ride
Player's City (Player's City)

Won't you come and lie with me
And let me show you where the party's at
It's where them riders glide
Player's City

I'm in a crowd of Two thousand, they pumping it loud
I been in Player's City, ain't no busters allowed
We gone freak this party till the sun come up
Where the homeboys are fine and the ladies done up

I come up to the front, see the fellas from Zapp
It's the lady JV and I'm ready to rap
I'm ready to rave, I see Roger on the stage
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Who wanna ride with Gee
Who wanna slide with me
On three, through the city, where the players be
It's Player's City, baby, and we bringing the heat

We gonna party tonight up in twelve feet street
On the dance floor, up in the club
With more bounce to the ounce, throw your hands up
We gon' do it right all through the night
So rough, so tough and so tight
Ha ha ha

Won't you run and lie with me
And let me show you where the party's at
Where the players ride
Player's City (Player's City)

Won't you come and lie with me
And let me show you where the party's at
It's where them riders glide
Player's City (Player's City)

Oooh
Always
Let's get to Player's City
Oooh, I can't wait to get down
Oooh, I just gotta party

Well now it ain't no set tripping, everybody living
Cadillac dripping with them super fly woman
Skying high like an eagle, Latino very stylo
They ask, "Baby Bash, why your game is so frio?"

I be straightening on them days, money motivations
And here in D.C., we don't allow playa-hation
Do the math, mama, count it, one, two, three
Me gon' get with you, but you no get no money

Top dawg with the front, bouncing on a six-six
'Riffic, code name Mr. Blunt
I'm on a one way, headed to the spot
Where players rest, it's a lot of work in keeping it hot

To take a box and making a dock keeping it real tight
Everybody ready to drop, I think I just might
Swoop my dawgs and head to P. City
Where the players down at the city whatever you wants

Won't you run and lie with me
And let me show you where the party's at
Where the players ride
Player's City (Player's City)

Won't you come and lie with me
And let me show you where the party's at
It's where them riders glide
Player's City

Won't you run and lie with me
And let me show you where the party's at
Where the players ride
Player's City

Won't you come and lie with me
And let me show you where the party's at
It's where them riders glide
Player's City

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Let me tell you how the real players are
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Credits
Writer(s): Robert Smith, Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman, Alvin Trivette, Bart Thomas
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