Russell Lee, Guerilla Maab - I’s a Playa lyrics

Chilling with my vatos
Sitting back smoking on some vlahoes
Peeping out all of the bitches
Creeping up with the dub club carro
Like a jalepeno
Baby girl hot let me rub the el gato
We can get away from here
To my place running to my casa del llamo
Just you and me girl
We smoking choking blowing on weed girl
Swanging our feet up
Flipping on purple stuff up in a two liter
Its me Dougie D yeah
And that's the way that we floss in Texas
When it comes to being a playa
Dougie D can be nothing less, that late
Night bumping and grinding
I'mma make sure that you
Gon reach your climate
Ain't nothing but a young G
That's all that I can be and I'm shining
Steady crawling on down and
While you be riding think
You broads get chose
Feeling on your titties when
I'm riding on vogues
It's jut the way the game goes
P-IM to the motherfucking P
Pop my collar roll on up a sweet
M to the motherfucking double A-B on sight
Nigga go on chrome and creep
Riding on down gotta get it crunk one time
Everyday all day we gon shine
I's a playa look I suppose
I just gotta be me and that's
The way it's going down

I just gotta be a G, I just gotta be me
You fucking with a thug, fa sho
Catch me riding on chrome
Late night in the zone
I's a playa, I suppose

Peep game, pull out the lot we untamed
Dropped in a drop with the missing top frame
Pop the trunk, better read the light mayn
Gliding your block, like a four do' airplane
Lane to lane, when I tipping on eight fo's
Crawling slow, but I be looking
So thoed I's a playa, i suppose
Sitting two deep late night
With a bad yella ho
Everybody and they mama, trying to be like us
I'm known to get fly, so Texas tough
I got a 40-X, that I sit like a bus
Ain't no stopping us
Or they wanna be knocking us
Like four 18's, coming up out the trunk
Ready to beat the block
Until they call the cops
And if they call the cops
They better get they Glock
And try to take me out
Because it ain't gon stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G
By far, Lil' ole Trae
Riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name
Roy J jones Jr, guaranteed to do you
When you step outta place
I'mma bring it to you
Uh give it up, 'fore I three-piece suit you
Screwed Up Click, never been no loser
No competition, when it come to the Maab
Hopping up out the slab
With a big black dobb
No time to play, we get straight to the job
I'm a thug and a pimp baby, I don't barge
You can tell by the way, that I keep my grins
Still on I10, yelling out fuck friends
M double A-B gotta make them ends
So I'mma put it in your face one mo' gin

I'm a playa I suppose
So go on and come up out your clothes
Really though
I don't give a damn about none of these hoes
Wouldn't put a bitch, in front of a cold fo
Wouldn't put a bitch, in front of my friend
But I will run up in the bitch, if she bend
On over
Cause I run it out take it like a soldier
And then I'mma put her out like doja
Cause I'm a motherfucking P-IM-P
AKA putting in my penis
And it ain't motherfucking V-A-J
IN-A and I ain't gon play
Stabbing that oon and choking on hay
Fin to have to put a brace on your pussy bone
And then I'm gone I'm on my way
Back in the street i'm on my grind
Fuck being dull I gotta be on shine
And I'mma be late never be on
Time, never call your cell
But you calling mine
Cause you love it when I be behind
Hit it with her broad I know she gon mind
If a nigga bump I know she gon grind
Pumping it punking until she crying
But it ain't no commitment
I'm out the do'
Z-Ro the Crooked out Ridgemont 4
Not no punk and I'm not no ho
Disrespect me and I'll tag your toe
1-8-7 I'm one of a kind gangsta
I put one in your mind
But I'd rather put one in you for trying to
You wasting time

I just gotta be a G, I just gotta be me
I just gotta be Russell Lee
Ain't no sucking me

I just gotta be a G, my niggas and my thugs
You fucking with some thugs