Don’t Hate the Player

Lyrics

Don't hate the player, hate the game Don't hate the player, hate the game [Verse 1: Casual] On the sticks I been doin' this since '86 With that one big red button joy stick, I'm sick You can never touch me cuzzie Can't bum rush me, bust or crush me Break ya knees, pump fake, ya freeze My crossover's sicker than the Black Eyed Peas Yet sweet like candied yams It's reported and recorded on the handy cams And be like "damn he jams!" And he's no Grammy fan Came in a limo and leave in a ambulance Burn like hot embers and My cock's so big I need Hammer pants One punch ouch, like fuck yo couch Be eatin' croutons all on ya futon Who's on point watch how it sounds now Three from downtown on ya brown 'round I'm Casual boy, I'm town bound You hyphy like me? Well calm down Don't hate the player, hate the game Don't hate the player, hate the game Don't hate the player, hate the game [Verse 2: Del tha Funkee Homosapien] Livin' this flow, gettin' in close Pivot and post getting Benjamin overdose Now I know ya don't My goal is grope and hold ya throat Yeah, need more than ginseng Servin' like Benson, it's in the bag Sir Diesel, instantly had Twistin' these leads 'til ya kissin' feet My systems neat, refined, sleek mind Deep kind of peep game Each frame of action captured Close captioned, stacked To my black friends react get slapped (Lie) In ya grill, you passionate thrill seeker Still beneath the reefer (Yeah) I'll impeach ya leader And squeeze the last drop of funk So everybody here cop 'em some Now you want you some? You gonna get it anyway Don't hate the player, hate the game Don't hate the player, hate the game Don't hate the player, hate the game [Verse 3: A-Plus] Really ain't nobody foolin' with Plee A Hiero sign in ya face while ya shootin' the three Everybody came to see me, yeah, they rootin' for me You can believe, true indeed, me and my crew in this piece Some of the fans up in the stands is jeer leaders Tryin' to sneak a peak or a glance at cheerleaders At playoff time I'ma prove that we're leaders Hard fouls in the paint, I don't even care either If the ref eject me, the league suspend me I'ma be on some jet skis in Tahiti with Leslie If I miss a shot that's when the media stress me Say I'm only lucky when I'm beating the best team To the upmost I'm workin' my style You butt though, you get a up close and personal foul If you end up gettin' hurt that's when they call in the traina (It's all in the game brah) It's all in the game, brah Don't hate the player, hate the game Don't hate the player, hate the game Don't hate the player, hate the game