Int’l Players Anthem lyrics

Int’l Players Anthem lyrics (I Choose You)

So I typed a text to a girl I used to seeSayin’ that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna beAnd I apologize if this message gets you downThen I CC’ed every girl that I’d see-see ’round townAnd hate to see y’all frown, but I’d rather see her smilin’Wetness all around me, true, but I’m no islandPeninsula maybeIt makes no sense, I know crazyGive up all this pussy cat that’s in my lapNo lookin’ backSpaceships don’t come equipped with rear view mirrorsThey dip as quick as they canThe atmosphere is now rippedI’m so like a pimp, I’m glad it’s nightSo the light from the sunWould not burn me on my bumWhen I shoot the moonHigh jump the broomLike a preemie out the wombMy partner yellin’ “Too soon! Don’t do it!Reconsider! Read some liter-ature on the subjectYou sure? Fuck itYou know we got your back like chiroprac-ticIf that bitch do you dirtyWe’ll wipe her ass out in some detergentNow hurry hurryGo on to the altarI know you ain’t a pimp, but pimp remember what I taught yaKeep your heart, three stacks, keep your heartHey keep your heart, three stacks, keep your heartMan these girls is smart, three stacks, these girls is smartPlay your part, play your part

My bitch a choosy loverNever fuck without a rubberNever in the sheets, like it on top of the coverMoney on the dresser, drive a KompressorTop notch hoes get the most, not the lesserTrash like to fuck with $40 in the clubFuckin’ up the game, bitch it gets no loveShe be cross country, givin’ all that she gotA thousand a pop, I’m pullin’ Bentleys off the lotI smashed up the gray one, bought me a redEvery time we hit the parkin’ lot we turn headSome hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scaryYour bitch chose me, you ain’t a pimp, you a fairy

Baby you been rollin’ solo, time to get down with the teamThe grass is greener on that other side, if know what I meanI show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the WorldAnd I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girlWhen I say my girl I don’t mean my woman, that ain’t my styleNeed a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mileWe pilin’ up the paper on the dinin’ room tableCuz you able to realize I’m the truth and not a fableWe rock the freshest Sable, keep that ‘chilla on the rackWhat I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back?I’m a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitchPut my pimpin’ in your life, watch ya daddy get richEasy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N BCuz what’s a ho with no pimp? And what’s a pimp with no hoes?Don’t be a lame, you know the game and how it goesWe tryin’ to get chose

Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick orMake my selection on who I choose to be wit’ girlDon’t touch my protection, I know you want it to slipBut slippin’ is somethin’ I don’t do, tippin’ for lifeThat’s like makin’ it rain every month on scheduleLet me tell you, get your parasol umbrellaCuz it’s gonna get wetterBetter prepare ya for the C supportShe supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she don’t“Ask-ask Paul McCartney”“The lawyers couldn’t stop me”“Slaughter-slaughterin’ them pockets”“Had to tie her to a rocket”Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he couldCuz he payin’ 20K a day, that bitch is eating goodLike an infant on a double D titty, just getting plumpCuz you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump“Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up”“Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up”“(Shit)”