I Wanna Thank You (Letra)

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Base Chorus: Suga T

1: I wanna thank you, pimps and players
2: for sharing your game with me
3: I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers
4: for showing me your life, on the street
5: And I know.. that’ll I never
6: for-get you
7: Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you
8: Ohhh-ohh-ohh

[E-40 over Chorus]
3: All the hustlers
4: C’mon, that’s right
5: And I KNOW .. that’ll I never..
6: forget you
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Uhh, sprinkle me mayne

[E-40]
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
M.D. 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
Niggaz 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

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus]
1: Uhh.. pimps and players
2: For sharing your game with me
3: All the hustlers
4: fo’ showin me yo’ life on the streets
5: And I KNOW .. that’ll I never..
6: forget you, that’s real
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Lace me mayne
*: Lace me mayne..

[E-40]
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 U.K.(?) I spits this big time talkin shit all day
Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay
B 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

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus]
1: Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players)
2: For sharing your GAME with me
3: All the hustlers
4: C’mon (c’mon) fo’ showin me yo’ life on the streets
5: And I KNOW .. that’ll I never..
6: forget you, that’s so damn real
7: Sprinkle me mayne
8: Sprinkle me mayne
*: Suga, sprinkle me gal
*: Suga.. c’mon uh, sprinkle me gal

[Suga T]
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

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus] {Suga T over Chorus}
1: Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that’s right
2: FO’ ShaRIn yo’ GaME wiTh ME
3: Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers
4: That’s so damn real
5: And I KNOW .. that’ll I never..
6: {forget you} forget you
7: Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that’s real}
8: C’mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that’s right
*: Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee}

Base Chorus

[E-40 over Chorus]
That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-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
Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up

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(jadakiss)
Yo, you can’t fake it
Life’s only what you make it
Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit
Found his body, in the projects, naked
I ain’t gonna lie, if i wasn’t doing this now
I’d probably’d be tied down, in a small town
With my eyes on a couple of guys
With their eyes on a couple of pies
Cause i will survive
Brains, is the key to the game
If you ain’t got none, what good is a shotgun?
If you ain’t got guns, then you better cop some
‘cause the new world order’s around the block, dun
Streets be where lox get their props from
Check us on the internet, l-o-x dot com (lox.com)
A worldwide message, i try to express it
The best i could, for ya’ll to cherish, till i perish

Chorus (kelly price)
I wanna thank you, heavenly father
For shining your light on me
It’s been a long time
Since i had someone to love me
I owe my thanks to thee

(styles)
They never expressed, that life’s a part of death
They never go there, but you can blow here
The 25 to life and greens from below
Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed
Can’t call your mom, dog, you know times is rough
You was out yesterday, stressing a better way
Funny thing, they always seem to lock down kings
And the thugs on the street just love to say, "it’s all foul."
Watch the honeys check your style
Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase
They only see ice, not me, under the surface
What’s the purpose? i just, go my way
Know my way, ‘till bullets blow my way
Which they might, ‘cause any night can change your life
Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright
It’s plain to fight, but different to shoot
And might do it
If you ain’t 10 different ways to get loot.

Chorus (kelly price)

(sheek)
Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street
Holding heat
It’s them same crooked niggas
Watching dough, ain’t nothing sweet, word
Buying beats is like copping grams
Niggas got too many scams
To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans
That’s aiight, though
‘cause even ready rock gets sold on our block
Watch us turn nothing into nitro
And we don’t mingle
‘cause none of us don’t really know you
From the heart, we never talk to strangers
So why start?
Anyway, we’re rapping for this luxury shit
I watch wild niggas blow
See how plush shit can get
But we ain’t trying to kiss ass to blow up fast
We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme
If i, wasn’t that cat, sheek lucian, that rap
Would you still be my man
And pass your bottle to my hand
Would i be in the rain
While you pass me in the land
Oh, you think by now that i don’t already know your plan
To get next to me and possibly sex me
Then slip ecstasy inside a nigga’s pepsi
Money’ll never amount to respect, b
And you don’t wanna test me
‘cause god blessed me.

Chorus (kelly price)
And i know
I know that it could not happen without you
I know it could not happen without you