Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over

This goes out to all the macks in the industry..

Huh, alright roll the tape...

(..yo, rest day ain't for hoes..)

It's a good thing that we're rappin

If it wasn't for the rappin we'd be mackin

It's a good thing that we're rappin

If it wasn't for the rappin we'd be mackin

It's a good thing that we're rappin

There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie

Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady

It was Mike to those that knows

Matter of fact, Icy Mike cause he was cold on them hoes

We was east coast niggas headin west

I was rollin shotgun, coolin with my man fresh Wes

The royal blue Brogham was a drop top rag

You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags

Cause that's how we flipped it

Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin, pimp shit

All of this was around spring eighty one

I was in the life and had a good three year run

Anyway, one friday on the side of the road in L.A.

My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"

"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a coupla days

I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "alright player yo, I'll see you soon"

Yeah that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules

We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie

Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"

I says, "oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch

She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin

Had brains too, did more stealin than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro

Man I'm tryin to tell you I had a money makin ho

But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail

Had to sling