Esham - Football Players lyrics
[Esham - Football Players lyrics]
Esham, they say that I be rhymin' clean
I be so fresh niggas
Think I got a time machine
These rappers got no direction, they all lost
I was in Memphis Tennessee bumpin' Dolph
Hangin' with eighteen hoes, we playin' golf
I was fallin' on while they was fallin' off
I live next door to Santa Claus north
A old school Detroit player like Jack Frost
Well Al Capone whooped that trick crime boss
I'm always on the grind
Can't take no time off
I'm known to keep the 9 and
I'll blow your mind off
If you're hoppin' on my dick
Well it's time to climb off
Detroit, where you can die
With your eyes open
I'm in the end zone, I'm always wide open
Hit me with the football, I might stumble
One hand catch for the touchdown, no fumble
Run it back with no hassle, we playin' tackle
Get sacked in the game you
Might end up in shackles
Two hand touche, Barry Sanders, Willie Sims
Runnin' with the package
Had to hop over the fence
On the offense, 'cause we the defense
We run the prevent four quarters in the game
Just like four seasons
First down is like movin' that first pound
Deeper in the game, it only get worse now
With the money come pain
Don't tell me it hurts now
And now your body lay in the
Back of the hearse now
It's funny how the coach put you
In and it worked out
But a whole lotta players before
You got murked out
Niggas died from concussions
Blitzed in all the rushin' in a huddle
I need your body layin' in the puddle
So don't think you special like
You can't get sat
You're only good as your last game, kid
Remember that
You not the only player in the league
A lot of heavy hitters in this game
So you must respect the streets
These is the rules you abide by
And if you don't respect the streets
These the same rules you'll die by
Second down, it's a little more pressure
Ain't gained no yardage on that
Last drive gets ya
Slaughter those who oppose
You say your run game's strong
So now it's back on
Quarterback feel the pressure from the blitz
Didn't see it comin'
Caught him when he slipped wanted a flag
Never happens with your style up
Pocket collapse, it's a cop car pile up
Third down and twenty niggas
Still gettin' money
I'ma run the hail Mary to the end zone carry
I never underestimate the hate
Can come from inside
Niggas jump too soon, now we off sides
Fourth down, and a lot to go
But, I ain't never gon' punt it
I'm a r-r-run it
I be so fresh niggas
Think I got a time machine
These rappers got no direction, they all lost
I was in Memphis Tennessee bumpin' Dolph
Hangin' with eighteen hoes, we playin' golf
I was fallin' on while they was fallin' off
I live next door to Santa Claus north
A old school Detroit player like Jack Frost
Well Al Capone whooped that trick crime boss
I'm always on the grind
Can't take no time off
I'm known to keep the 9 and
I'll blow your mind off
If you're hoppin' on my dick
Well it's time to climb off
Detroit, where you can die
With your eyes open
I'm in the end zone, I'm always wide open
Hit me with the football, I might stumble
One hand catch for the touchdown, no fumble
Run it back with no hassle, we playin' tackle
Get sacked in the game you
Might end up in shackles
Two hand touche, Barry Sanders, Willie Sims
Runnin' with the package
Had to hop over the fence
On the offense, 'cause we the defense
We run the prevent four quarters in the game
Just like four seasons
First down is like movin' that first pound
Deeper in the game, it only get worse now
With the money come pain
Don't tell me it hurts now
And now your body lay in the
Back of the hearse now
It's funny how the coach put you
In and it worked out
But a whole lotta players before
You got murked out
Niggas died from concussions
Blitzed in all the rushin' in a huddle
I need your body layin' in the puddle
So don't think you special like
You can't get sat
You're only good as your last game, kid
Remember that
You not the only player in the league
A lot of heavy hitters in this game
So you must respect the streets
These is the rules you abide by
And if you don't respect the streets
These the same rules you'll die by
Second down, it's a little more pressure
Ain't gained no yardage on that
Last drive gets ya
Slaughter those who oppose
You say your run game's strong
So now it's back on
Quarterback feel the pressure from the blitz
Didn't see it comin'
Caught him when he slipped wanted a flag
Never happens with your style up
Pocket collapse, it's a cop car pile up
Third down and twenty niggas
Still gettin' money
I'ma run the hail Mary to the end zone carry
I never underestimate the hate
Can come from inside
Niggas jump too soon, now we off sides
Fourth down, and a lot to go
But, I ain't never gon' punt it
I'm a r-r-run it