E-40, Suga-T - I Wanna Thank You lyrics

I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
And I know (and I KNOW)
That'll I never forget you
O-o-o-o oooo ooooh (that's real)
Forget about you
(sprinkle me mayne, lace me mayne)
Ohhh ohh ohh

Ahh laced up by the best, check it out
Uhh, marinatin on the corner with
A chip in his phone
You can tell that the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers
Cause he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps
Puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers mD 20
20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's
And Olde English
Around the clock, deuce-four-seven
Three-sixty-fifth
Where I come DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit
Business boomin off the buzzer
And I'm a happy camper
Til the homey beat his bootch down for
No reason with the Zenith hammer
Thangs started gettin sloppy
Dude started rollin over
Niggas started steppin on dope and
Stretchin the crack synthetic yola
Turf got hot hella heads got
Shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil
Play your cards right son
Everybody can have cash
But, you gotta get in and out
If you expect 'em to last

I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
And I know (and I KNOW)
That'll I never forget you
O-o-o-o oooo ooooh (that's real)
Forget about you
(sprinkle me mayne, lace me mayne)
Ohhh ohh ohh

I was sprinkled at a young age
Laced down with Trump tight
Taught by the best some of them still livin
Some of them done been put to rest
But, I was blessed, and luckily I made it out
But, I must confess
I wouldn'ta made it without
The big timers, the top hats, the tycoons
The street hustlers
The pistol packin Daniel Boone's
That put it down and paved the way
For me to say the things I say
And I'm proud to be straight from the Yay
To UK i spit's this big
Time talkin shit all day
Nationwide, from where I stay
To where you stay be like the Savage beast
Keep yo' game creased
Stick to the rules and don't be
Sellin out to no police
I always paid attention when
The game was preached
Had all the street slang
And the latest speech
And now I'm makin more mail than a oil well
Up all night tryin to get
My money orders right

I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
And I know (and I KNOW)
That'll I never forget you
O-o-o-o oooo ooooh (that's real)
Forget about you
(sprinkle me mayne, lace me mayne)
Ohhh ohh ohh

It started from my momma
(yo' MOMMA?) Hard headed and all
She said, "Only the strong survive
Suga STAY STRONG"
Seein a bunch of fools, that used to ride
Smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw
Without a pot to piss in
Used to drive through the turf
In them candy paint Benzes
I've run all this game that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to keep a
Notch on the jock now the game's the same
But the players changed
Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne
Timer timer (timer timer)
Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee
Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome
It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh
Pay my respects and give my contributions
To all the soldiers on the
Streets and in the institutions

I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
And I know (and I KNOW)
That'll I never forget you
O-o-o-o oooo ooooh (that's real)
Forget about you
(sprinkle me mayne, lace me mayne)
Ohhh ohh ohh

That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-IC-K
With my sista Suga T
Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay
7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0 that's the car I roll with
And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide
Pimps and players
For tyin my shoes and lacin me up