Players Holiday

(Too $hort)
 What?
 You say what?
 The president did what?
 Ah 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?
 (Ant Banks)
 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
 (Mac Mall)
 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
 1 - 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
 2 - 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
 (Too $hort)
 January 1 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?
 (Captain Save Em)
 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
 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
 Repeat 1
 Repeat 2
 (Ant Banks)
 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
 Throw the peace sign baby, show me where you at
 Dollar bill y'all, 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
 Put the squeeze on the haters, ain't no need to clown
 (Rappin 4-tay)
 None of the homies got pop
 None of the spots got batteram
 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
 Repeat 2
 (Mac Mall)
 Mama used to put my clothes on layaway
 Now I'm dipped everyday and every C-note got big face
 Holler at me man, used to ride the back of the bus
 Now I'm spinnin V-12's though the times is rough
 In God we trust haters, you can only hate us
 But can't front cause you knew that we was bound to blow up
 Gettin' paid what we can, Short Dog and Ant Banks
 Mac Mall do it big on a Players Holiday, yeah