I Wanna Thank You Lyrics by E-40

I Wanna Thank You Lyrics

    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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