Project Pat, Pimp C - Cause I’m a Playa lyrics

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 stackin' nigga
Cause I be mackin' nigga cause I be mackin'
Nigga cause I be mackin'
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 stackin' nigga
Cause I be mackin' nigga cause I be mackin'
Nigga cause I be mackin'

I'm just out here slangin' CDs
Nigga like rock for rockers
Still rollin' Hypnotize
We quick to knock off yo' blocker
Blastin' nothin' but choppers
Nigga we non-stoppers
Whippin' up this cream, real mean
Like Betty Crocker the guts, icy white-tin
Leather is what I'm lik-in'
Pull up, chrome rims, didn't holla
She must be dykin'
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
Nothin' but some conversation for some dough
Slangin' these words out my mouth
Like I'm sellin' snow
Tellin' no, lies, compromise
Only cheese wise if ya try to cross, real
Killers then you must, die

Mackaroni Pretty Tony Snow keep it poppin'
Movin' to the internet
Keep that pussy droppin'
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'mma go off in her butt what you gon' do
When that thang go to fightin'?
I'mma lay ya deep off in them hoes
Them hoes be boppin'
Tellin' me to stop but bitch
I ain't fit' to stop it
Ya pussy is a pitbull bitch, gon' and lock it
Fuckin' 'round wit' me I knock
Ya thang up outta socket
Ya ho wanna look at me
Ya bitch is outta pocket
Flyin' in the Bentley gettin' it
Sucked just like a rocket
Pimp C bitch I got a zoo off in my closet

Cruisin' Chelsea Avenue, in the hood
It's a sunny day
Junts out, walkin' 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, comin' out the mouth
Of the calico yean' know? Mayne a nigga do's
What he gon' do
I'm lookin' for some beef, but the kind
At a barbeque
Comin' through, flickin' old school
Box Chevy thang
Ridin' twenty two's, on you fools
Let the system bang
I keep my cup raised up (echoes out)