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The city is a cool breeze dayWord takes place in the city of LAI'm nine years old to be exactCheck the bell bottoms, brown shirt with the dusty ol' capGoin to the inn to see my dadand to get some new business, two dollars what a bargainI'm sittin up the street while I'm humpin a tuneThe first time but witness somebody's tryin ta jack foolThe bump director was a alco tryin ta jack a '6-4Brothers tryin ta tip-toe and yoPointin at gauges tryin ta take a brother's yeaHe saw what was up, got out the beat and go and bailHe just had to run in my directionSongtexteBut they smoked the players now he's next to the sports sectionBut the player dropped the yea on theg roundso then I picked it up, run down and aroundthe corner, yo but thru a nearby alleyEscaped thru a tiny gate cos I was nickel slickCos I was nickel slickCos I was nickel slickCos I was nickel slickHuffin and puffin but I finally got to the padMy mother axe me where I was I siad "Yo,I was over Snowy's house playin some marks"She believed what I said so I went to my carsYou see I ship bones with my cousin, now he's mentally slowbut he was a big ole kid, 6"5', 300 pounds or moreNicknamed 'Big Truck'Took the shit out my pants around the productTold my cousin we gotta hustle and bustle to make money backI make connections, you watch my backSet up a program, go and live instateBut I wasn't sellin drinks, I was sellin big bagso' hundreds and quarters of doves, yeahAt this time I was gettin more pud, yoFrom this car and that car and everybody wanna caught glockinBut me and Truck we was in luckBut the spot got hot, police raid, they took Truck to jailbut me I got away, I was nickel slickCos I was nickel slickI was nickel slickCos I was nickel slickFour years past, now I'm thirteenAll-meat duster to go undercoverMy cousin's jail sentence was almost finishedNow we packin the streets in a mix, in it to win itCalling cards, checkin fools, checkin names downNow I'm steady ???? ???? sent to the groundOther hustlers knew I was doin my bestcos I was a bawla young fly player from the WestAll the pimped up cribs and comeonaI'm up on the city so that way I can hit cornersNow who would expect this little juvenile delinquent'sstraight bawlin y'allas they kept on bawlin for itIt was a smooth operation you seecos I had to your whole entire family lumpyFive years swoop now I'm eighteenI was steadily pimpin Uncle Sam and foldin the pimp gameAt this time I was bust smokin 5'sHook us up with an eighty cell ????Lei Long was in effect and he said "Let's do this"Gave it up to eat then I sighed all pooplessBut Truck was left on the spot, he knew what I'd doHooked my cousin up with the crib and effect, not!The Truck was livin high, livin schwellMe, I'm gettin piad for my mega record salesSo there it is, a player comin up quickI guess I drawn a whole organisation of players that are nickel slickI guess I was nickel slickCos I was nickel slickI was nickel slickYo Stan, won't cha price some nickel slick from me, right hereYeah, ahaWhy don't cha swing it up right here?Aah yeah, woohNigga sanctified, aahRight hereYo, I was a player that was nickel slick Aus Songtexte Mania