Z-Ro, Chad Jones, Mr. Gott Damn , Lyrical 187 - Playa Don't lyrics
[Z-Ro, Chad Jones, Mr. Gott Damn , Lyrical 187 - Playa Don't lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah don't hate, don't hate yeah
Playa don't hate me, hate the game
Cause you see me coming down up on your slab
Swanging thangs
Playa don't hate me, hate the game
Cause you see me coming down up on your slab
Chopping blades
Playa don't hate me hate the game
Ain't got no time
To be out here bullshitting
I'm out here trying to make some change
Be solo twisting I'm a Mo City soldier
I thought I told ya
Roll with us, or get your ass rolled over
See we all about our feddy
Pulling up on chrome nigga for real ask GIN
Or you can ask Chad Jones
Baby we Presidential playas showing up
All these gon mind
Everyone of us diaomoned down
Bet you all them hoes gon shine
We living lovely sipping Bubbly
All the cars are foreign
Ain't no jackers we barring
Cause we ready for warring
I'm the king like Tarzan
But mine is swinging on a vine
We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line
Houston Texas the origin
Of a baller's paradise it's going down
I can smell it in the air tonight
So when you see us pulling up
Dressed looking like a million
Balling permanent
Keep our figgas changed like chameleon
Niggas be hating for no reason
Ain't no secret how I'm living
Escalade switch screens
Is how you see your boy dipping
Blowing weed on the freeway
Not giving a fuck
Getting my dick sucked doing eighty
Bout to hit me a cut 20 inches of chrome
Keep they mouth wide open
Toking cash and hoping
They can shine like me
Get out and put it down
And then grind like me
Leaving them haters and bitch niggas
Behind me
I hit the block, representing paper
4-4 safety off for them violators
And fake playas
Gott Damn be like go, too hot to hold
The weight up on my ice
Keep me looking real swoll
So don't be mad when I show up
Smoke something and po' up
I told you motherfuckers
What's gon happen when I blow up
Now hold up, I got one more thang to mention
I'm riding out Presidential
Swinging lanes on a mission
I got my first piece of ass, at 13
And I prolly done ran up in every chick
That you done seen me with
I'm associated with playas
With green and shit
Bad bitches in Jeeps and Lexus trucks
And shit i'm that nigga see come and get
On blunts weights and shit
Serving head in the parking lot
Giving me fit's
Now if you knew I meant your Ms
Would you make me kill you person
Or would you deal with this broad
That got you into this shit
Would you peep the situation
Or go crazy and start tripping
Like pulling off your shirt
And tossing your jewelry in the dirt
I'ma hit you where it hurt
And wreck shop like bad cops
On niggas in the ghetto
For working they block
So stop watching me, with all that animosity
Cause your baby mama's spending
Your earned dollas on me
Sad shit for two partna, it's all on you
Don't be mad at the playa, hate the rules
See me rolling in a Presidential side man
Playa don't hate me, hate the game
Cause you see me coming down up on your slab
Swanging thangs
Playa don't hate me, hate the game
Cause you see me coming down up on your slab
Chopping blades
Playa don't hate me hate the game
Ain't got no time
To be out here bullshitting
I'm out here trying to make some change
Be solo twisting I'm a Mo City soldier
I thought I told ya
Roll with us, or get your ass rolled over
See we all about our feddy
Pulling up on chrome nigga for real ask GIN
Or you can ask Chad Jones
Baby we Presidential playas showing up
All these gon mind
Everyone of us diaomoned down
Bet you all them hoes gon shine
We living lovely sipping Bubbly
All the cars are foreign
Ain't no jackers we barring
Cause we ready for warring
I'm the king like Tarzan
But mine is swinging on a vine
We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line
Houston Texas the origin
Of a baller's paradise it's going down
I can smell it in the air tonight
So when you see us pulling up
Dressed looking like a million
Balling permanent
Keep our figgas changed like chameleon
Niggas be hating for no reason
Ain't no secret how I'm living
Escalade switch screens
Is how you see your boy dipping
Blowing weed on the freeway
Not giving a fuck
Getting my dick sucked doing eighty
Bout to hit me a cut 20 inches of chrome
Keep they mouth wide open
Toking cash and hoping
They can shine like me
Get out and put it down
And then grind like me
Leaving them haters and bitch niggas
Behind me
I hit the block, representing paper
4-4 safety off for them violators
And fake playas
Gott Damn be like go, too hot to hold
The weight up on my ice
Keep me looking real swoll
So don't be mad when I show up
Smoke something and po' up
I told you motherfuckers
What's gon happen when I blow up
Now hold up, I got one more thang to mention
I'm riding out Presidential
Swinging lanes on a mission
I got my first piece of ass, at 13
And I prolly done ran up in every chick
That you done seen me with
I'm associated with playas
With green and shit
Bad bitches in Jeeps and Lexus trucks
And shit i'm that nigga see come and get
On blunts weights and shit
Serving head in the parking lot
Giving me fit's
Now if you knew I meant your Ms
Would you make me kill you person
Or would you deal with this broad
That got you into this shit
Would you peep the situation
Or go crazy and start tripping
Like pulling off your shirt
And tossing your jewelry in the dirt
I'ma hit you where it hurt
And wreck shop like bad cops
On niggas in the ghetto
For working they block
So stop watching me, with all that animosity
Cause your baby mama's spending
Your earned dollas on me
Sad shit for two partna, it's all on you
Don't be mad at the playa, hate the rules
See me rolling in a Presidential side man