D-Money

I say good night with a poem...


Twas the night before da Players Ball, playa?s couldn?t win,
Not a pimp was winnin?, not even Lensmin;
Arika, $tyles and even Juicy was there,
D-Money said hi, then vanished in mid air.

Now this playa?s all snug in bed,
While visions of Tone Loc and Half Pint dance in his head;
It?s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder,
how I keep from going under,


Tomorrow you?ll see a different kind of Ball,
Even the haters will say, fuckin? nice call.
Shit starts early, ?bout 5:00 P M,
Irie tomorrow, a wah do dem.

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Still Ballin'