The Original

Lyrics

[Skit: Mike Dean] Ay, check this out I heard two sounds of my homeboy Pinky tellin' me They got motherfuckers out there yellin': "Why do you see them when you can see their friend?" [Intro: King T] We gonna go down south Some of that south funk, you know what I'm sayin'? What you really know about the dirty south? Ha ha, check this out [Verse 1: King T] Man, let the summer begin, the heat excites my westsiders Ain't nothin' but Gs and Lowriders Dippin' in tightest, indoed out, benzoed out Fool, we got the Hen no doubt My friends show out, we stack up ends and roll out Make sure the chronic smoke blows out Them tricks got no clout Cause they're hatin' how we serve it Don't test T, loc, it ain't worth it The satellites go circuit, zoomin' in on how you work it And killers make the world standstill, picture perfect Infinite since the infantile of the child Mamma said the baby gone wild, so I'm like Ta-dow How you like your chickens hotter mile I slang it like it's goin' outta style Now, I'm in traffic, ain't no these rims will turn Take you niggas from the burn [Hook: Who'z Who] Now, if you wanna be a player baby And if you wanna be a G King T's the player second baby Because you can't fade me I'm the original When I made Gs and brought the Mo' Trunk tight making these niggas know I'm the original (Watch the chin check, yeah, ha ha) [Verse 2: King T] Now, I was taught, half heart, half the money and survive "Beware of them player hating marks and disguise Stay wise, these hoes are crying look you in your eyes And set you up, cause money lives forever lowride" No surprise, that's why I'm Hub City everlastin' Any disrespect, I'm blastin' Old school fashion, a pair of Desert Eagles in the Regal Designator hollow point diesels, runnin' down your peoples And I don't bluff, I stand tough and roll deep Blessed by the homie Big E, rest in peace I keep the phone callin' out I got the neighborhood spoilin' hot, scoldin' And I'm lost in the gangster ways The gangster maze, they wonder where this gangster lays Hey, out west, where the best rest and chill And chant Makaveli lives [Hook: Who'z Who] Now, if you wanna be a player baby And if you wanna be a G King T's the player second baby Because you can't fade me I'm the original When I made Gs and brought the Mo' Trunk tight making these niggas know I'm the original [Verse 3: King T] And as the world turns, I still receive scars and burns I'm out west, my niggas wear curls and perms Time just ticks while little Gs grab guns for mix Cause murderin' a fool ain't shit to them I want money and rims and big jewels Gs have heart, have money, no rules Is what we've been taught And killers they don't talk for the hood, we all fought And some outlined in chalk Sometimes I see murder then I cry, maybe I'm high But the Glocks live by Plus, I struggle with keepin' my game wrapped tight And mashin' on the next player hater on sight Because my state of bein', my only objective Cause I shot the sheriff and that punk detective Run and tell them, King T's bailin' with Dre Represent yourself through your shit that bump all day [Hook: Who'z Who] Now, if you wanna be a player baby And if you wanna be a G King T's the player second baby Because you can't fade me I'm the original When I made Gs and brought the Mo' Trunk tight making these niggas know I'm the original Now, if you wanna be a player baby And if you wanna be a G King T's the player second baby Because you can't fade me I'm the original When I made Gs and brought the Mo' Trunk tight making these niggas know I'm the original