[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as know
I'm the original