Cause I'm A Playa
(专辑: 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]