Lyrics:
slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way you gon be-hiz-ave?
I know you're feeling all hurt inside
But won't you talk to a playa?
Let
still swollin'
Still goin', black and white tip-toein'
Flash in my playa's car, why you play so hard? 'cause I'ma Don
Sippin' Moet, smokin' Chron'
pimp playa from the two one three crew
Now look here fool if you gon bang or hang with the dog
You best to get in
Holla at er Nate Dogg
(Chorus 1x)
(W)
and milliseconds
PLay the wrong video-edit, do you like Puff did it
Go to court get the charges acquitted
Muh'fucka like O.J., muh'fucka like no wins
Yeah, you know
no ifs or maybes
Motherfuckers gotta pay me
Radio, gotta play me, stack a mil'
I know you hate me
Stat Quo partner got a stable
Full of head dollars
we gon' get Playa)
(Nah, Playa's supposed to be here) Petey Pablo, a new artist signed under Jive
(Ayo, go get my homeboy) and has teamed up with
we gon' get Playa)
(Nah, Playa's supposed to be here) Petey Pablo, a new artist signed under Jive
(Ayo, go get my homeboy) and has teamed up with
hood
Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me
Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow!
Fuck around and get your channel
stagnant everything you wear is frozen
I investigate investments that will pay off in the end
My head is not a radio but I'm intrigued by how she bends
Pablo]
Beat it, Beat it
You remember them days y'all, we use to play y'all
The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all
We use to (rep our city!
southern niggas in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time,
hop up out the shower
And I’m bout to press her
Know she gon’ try and play it dumb
Like she can’t remember
So I asked her straight up
“Who this number
say that I was real or that I was fake?
Would you say that it’s a coincidence or was it fate?
Was it design or was it by accident?
Either way I’m gon
hip hop, represent the nation
Radio don't recognize real, flip the station
Tastemakers try to play God, we don't praise them
Cosigns for folks with bad
getting dough
I splurge it all on clothes and music videos
Cuz I know one day y'all gon' hear me on the radio
(Y'all see me rolling)
Y'all know I ain't here
eyes on me
You might not see me on BET
Or things of that nature
Can’t get no play when nias at
The radio station hate ya
One thing they can’t take from
caught in my lines was a sickly syndrome
And when it's hunger time, best believe that I'mma eat
Either it's gon' be a she, or she gonna have to give me
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