Top Songs By Major Figgas
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Burbage
Lyrics
B. Jones
Lyrics
F. Nasir
Lyrics
M. Allen
Lyrics
R. East
Lyrics
T. Lovelace
Lyrics
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, that's us
Uh-huh, I think it's the one here
Turn the beat up just a little bit, uh-huh
(Just a little bit)
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh, I like this here
Uh-huh, EA all day
[Verse 2]
Yo, who them players makin' money now? (Yeah, that's us)
Wrist glis when it's sunny now (Yeah, that's us)
Cristal at the bar now (Yeah, that's us)
Twenty inches on the car now (Yeah, that's us)
But who them players most hated now? (Yeah, that's us)
Straight from the hood but we made it now (Yeah, that's us)
Plaques platinum plated now (Yeah, that's us)
MF come on, baby, say it now (Yeah, that's us)
[Verse 3]
Yo, listen here playboy we gone get that dough
Face of the Cartier, tic, tac, toe
Cats sayin', "Spade where you get that flow?"
Smoke to the sky when I hit that dro
Three to the five as we skip that four
What you need to know where my crib at for? (For what?)
I know cats be on some slimy shit (That's right)
And they be floggin' in them whips we had in '96 (Uh-huh)
And when Tone died it left my mind in a twist (Feel you)
Yeah, that's us at the bar with the Don ands the Cris' (Yeah, let's go)
Yeah, and I promise you this, blow up, I'm gon' do that
Five coupe land on the lot, royal blue that (Uh)
Real dog never drop soil where his food at (Uh-uh)
Don't shit where you eat
And don't spit it if you weak (I don't feel like hearing it)
New Benz, driver's kick, matchin' feet
Plaitinum on the chain, Alaskan in the piece, yeah, that's us
[Verse 4]
Who them players makin' money now? (Yeah, that's us)
Wrist glis when it's sunny now (Yeah, that's us)
Cristal at the bar now (Yeah, that's us)
Twenty inches on the car now (Yeah, that's us)
But who them players most hated now? (Yeah, that's us)
Straight from the hood but we made it now (Yeah, that's us)
Plaques platinum plated now (Yeah, that's us)
MF come on, baby, say it now (Yeah, that's us)
[Verse 5]
Smooth thug with the good hair, mami wanna holler now
Oh, he Live? Mami wanna swallow now
And put the condom down, nah, love
She love me when I'm smooth but hate me when I'm thug
She love me in the jewels, player never been a scrub
She love me in the cream thing, soft butter good
She fiend to put the cream thing (Yeah, that's us)
Went ruffle up the cream linen Prada, shh, what?
The boot to the echo mar Parada, shh, what?
Like ten off the S-5 nada, shh, what?
Got hotter, shh, what, player? (Yeah, that's us)
You seen us at St. Martin player (Yeah, that's us)
Week at the Knicks at the garden, player (Yeah, that's us)
We at the flicks with my squadron, player (Yeah, that's us)
Six O's after the margin, player (Yeah, that's us)
Two bricks hidden compartment, cherry red truck
[Verse 6]
Who them players makin' money now? (Yeah, that's us)
Wrist glis when it's sunny now (Yeah, that's us)
Cristal at the bar now (Yeah, that's us)
Twenty inches on the car now (Yeah, that's us)
But who them players most hated now? (Yeah, that's us)
Straight from the hood but we made it now (Yeah, that's us)
Plaques platinum plated now (Yeah, that's us)
MF come on, baby, say it now (Yeah, that's us)
[Verse 7]
Uh, I look at us and look at y'all, a poor sight and velour knights
Limited decors like, "That ain't what the whores like"
They love Gillie, I ain't writin' the checks
Black out at the Phillies' game, jewelry light up the Vet
Yeah, that's us ballin' in them cars and them Jeeps (That's us)
And that's us if you ain't seen your broad in a week (So what?)
A young blue chip, too slick, move bricks
Ooze spit, two clips, out the new six, you won't do shit
A lot of women (Uh-huh) but I really like a few chicks (Gillie)
Vibrant things like, "Q-tip, player, I do this" (Uh)
Cats know I smoke, so I ain't got no lungs
And you cats wanna smoke but y'all ain't got no ones
All the thugs scream drama, (Really?) ain't got no guns
Ain't satisfied till ya mama ain't got no sons
Never messin' with them chicks in them 501's (Levis)
You best believe it's icy if I own one, shit
[Verse 8]
Who them players makin' money now? (Yeah, that's us)
Wrist glis when it's sunny now (Yeah, that's us)
Cristal at the bar now (Yeah, that's us)
Twenty inches on the car now (Yeah, that's us)
But who them players most hated now? (Yeah, that's us)
Straight from the hood but we made it now (Yeah, that's us)
Plaques platinum plated now (Yeah, that's us)
MF come on, baby, say it now (Yeah, that's us)
[Verse 9]
Uh, uh (Yeah, that's us)
MF future of the rap game (Yeah, that's us) (They know)
Yeah, that's us at the bar, one on the prowl (Yeah, let's go)
Yeah, that's us wearin' watches (Yeah, that's us)
You can't even tell the time on (Yeah, that's us)
That's us (Yeah, that's us)
If you lookin' around and you wonder why (Yeah, that's us)
It's like it is, it's 'cause of us (Yeah, that's us)
So either roll over or get rolled over, playboy (Yeah, that's us)
That's the way it's gonna be in 2000 (Yeah, that's us)
(Yeah, that's us)
Written by: A. Burbage, B. Jones, F. Nasir, M. Allen, R. East, T. Lovelace