Play On Playa

Lyrics for Play On Playa

Light somethin', stop frontin' How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters That'd kill me yo, filthy rich My daughter pass it on to the next generation Throwing carnations at my tombstone In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam But my verse came first I stole change out her purse Now I wanna dig her up outta the earth Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin Hit a spliff through a séance And I, play on playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on playa Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on, play on playa Get your papes on Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose Rubies in Jesus piece Pimped out like Snoop be, but a East Coast thing My girl stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head Billion dollar dream hear Went from triple beams to digital Serving fiends, to minimal, 60 G's, no criminal No mo', just mo' doe, mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers While your girl performs cunnilingus 'Cause this big money aroma lingers Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade Hot towel on the face Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean Where I step, I Clorox it Keep 20 G's on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price But we ain't into buying Conflict Ice That's the shit they stole from the Congo and other black soil True mack for you, nappy hair, just spinnin' Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending Finest females I just came on, and sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on playa Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on playa It's kinda hard for a playa like you But let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue What you never do is punk out, what you better do Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view Better yet a better crew, praise God, I'ma marry you Get your homie, carry you, bury you Slowly, roll me another blunt stuff it Lick it, puff it, tuck it, fuck it That man, that gang, that bang it was In D O double G we trust Yep yep, young loc with the two steps He creepin' with two Tecs, he's sleepin' with two chicks Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks End of existence, for instance Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it Re-twist it, goddamn D O double G, 'cause we missed it Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief Ladahdah be dahdadah Yeah, break that down, how fresh ya are The King from Queens, Mr. Escobar Connect with the best from the west, yes yes ya are Oh, my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas, playa play on