Cause I'm A Playa

(album: Crook By Da Book: The Fed Story - 2006)

[Chorus]
I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stacking nigga 'cause I be macking
Nigga 'cause I be macking, nigga 'cause I be macking
I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stacking nigga 'cause I be macking
Nigga 'cause I be macking, nigga 'cause I be macking

[Verse 1]
I'm just out here slanging CDs nigga like rock for rockers
Still rolling Hypnotize, we quick to knock off yo' blocker
Blasting nothing but choppers, nigga we non-stoppers
Whipping up this cream, real mean, like Betty Crocker
The guts, icy white-tin, leather is what I'm lik-ing
Pull up, chrome rims, didn't holla, she must be dyking
Like she didn't see the colors change colors on my paint job
Just like all the colors on my ice in my wrist watch
Pimps scarred, nothing but some conversation for some dough
Slanging these words out my mouth, like I'm selling snow
Telling no, lies, compromise, only cheese wise
If ya try to cross, real killers then you must, die

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 Pimp C]
Mackaroni Pretty Tony Snow keep it popping
Moving to the internet, keep that pussy dropping
Mob it up, slop it up, see the ball chop it up
Whip it up, sit down on that meat I'm fit' to push it up
If that game was over I'd get some work and cook it up
Wanna show let's rook it up, you want a beat I'll hook it up
We run the streets I seen a part up in the shit I took it up
She wanted me to hit her pussy I'ma go off in her butt
What you gon' do, when that thang go to fightin'?
I'ma lay ya deep off in them hoes, them hoes be bopping
Telling me to stop but bitch, I ain't fit' to stop it
Ya pussy is a pitbull bitch, gon' and lock it
Fucking 'round wit' me I knock ya thang up outta socket
Ya ho wanna look at me ya bitch is outta pocket
Flying in the Bentley getting it sucked just like a rocket
Pimp C bitch I got a zoo off in my closet

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cruising Chelsea Avenue, in the hood, it's a sunny day
Junts out, walking miniskirts, let them bunnies play
Money stay, in a nigga's pocket wrapped in rubberbands
Seven hundred ones wit' 'bout seventy Benjamins
Understand, couple hollow jackets in the bar-ra-rel
Make a wild nigga wanna walk a straight and nar-ra-row
My dogs strapped, on point, God we like the phar-ra-roah
My hundred shots, coming out the mouth, of the calico
Yean' know? Mayne a nigga do's what he gon' do
I'm looking for some beef, but the kind, at a barbeque
Coming through, flicking old school, Box Chevy thang
Riding twenty two's, on you fools, let the system bang

I keep my cup raised up [echoes out]