We Came To Play

Album cover art for "We Came To Play" by Daz Dillinger & B-Legit & Bo Roc

Daz Dillinger & B-Legit & Bo Roc - Rap, G-Funk

We Came To Play

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Duration: 4:28

Lyrics

[Intro: Daz Dillinger & Bo Roc] Oh yeah, part two Yeah, that nigga Daz (M-O-B) B-Legit (M-O-B) Dogg Pound (M-O-B) Hey, hey, hey, hey [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] Now we ballin' outta control, no more askin' for favor Steady mobbin', Lakers gettin' paper Now they see it shinin', now they wanna be my neighbor But I never switched up, nigga, never did it for the capers Every move that I made, I put in work For thirty years, I've been kickin' up dirt I'm gettin' money every day, that's the life I chose And everywhere I go, you know the money flows You know it's back and forth, you know it's forth and back It's Daz and B-Legit, nigga, better get your strap We got no time for games and no time for fakes And when you see us comin', nigga, get the fuck out the way Nothin' but dogs and hogs, no disregard for the lost And we the Gst motherfuckers that you ever saw So I back up, motherfucker, get the fuck out the way And this is how we do it, nigga, every day [Chorus: Bo Roc] We came to play (This one's for the players) Like every day (This here is for the players) Around the way (Shout out to my players) We here to stay, fuck what they say Me and my partners from the Bay We came to play [Verse 2: B-Legit] Yeah, let's get this bag, pump seven, finna spit this gas B-Legit, finna politics shit with Daz Tell the law they can kiss my ass We got sticks and stones for Mr. Glass From the beach to Vallejo, how that pop off? (Pop off) Bass is all loaded, this a walk-off (Walk-off) It's Daz and B-Legit, A-S-M-O-B We outside, we ain't been low-key (Nah) Block gang, Octang on this thing I clutch Lames in the gang can't hang with us (Hang with us) Candy red pink when I slang the cut Breakin' neck bones and I blaze it up (Blaze it up) It's a treat when the players meet (Players meet) Baby gotta watch what she say to me (Say to me) On the way to the cake, no latency (Latency) Gotta stay far away 'fore they came and see [Chorus: Bo Roc] We came to play (This one's for the players) Like every day (This here is for the players) Around the way (Shout out to my players) We here to stay, fuck what they say Me and my partners from the Bay We came to play [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger & B-Legit] B-Legeezy, with that nigga Daz Deezy So ruthless, like my nigga Lilttle Eazy We ain't lookin' back, we runnin' the space Like Nip in the marathon, we just runnin' the race When you hear the bass thumbin', nigga knowin' that we comin' Them little niggas with the choppers, niggas keep you niggas runnin' Every time you see us, nigga, yeah, you know that we with it You know it's Dogg Pound, nigga And you know he sick with it, wheels spinnin' Candy paint swing like a kettle bell Chasin' bags in Vallejo, I can never tell (Never tell) And this West Coast gangster shit never fail (Never fail) My young and dunga rich raisin' hell from a jail cell (Jail cell) We gon' spread, we gon' break some bread Baby lookin' for me like a Easter egg (Easter egg) I'ma hit the stage, I'ma shake some hands (Shake some hands) She gon' hit the stage, she gon' break a leg (Break a leg) [Chorus: Bo Roc] We came to play (This one's for the players) Like every day (This here is for the players) Around the way (Shout out to my players) We here to stay, fuck what they say Me and my partners from the Bay We came to play [Bridge: Bo Roc] I've been a player (I've been a player) All my life (All my life) There's no shame, I play the game and keep it right (That's right) From Long Beach California (Long Beach, Vallejo) And in-between we keep it [?] [Chorus: Bo Roc] We came to play (This one's for the players) Like every day (This here is for the players) Around the way (Shout out to my players) We here to stay, fuck what they say Me and my partners from the Bay We came to play [Outro: Daz Dillinger] That nigga Daz Dillinger, B-Legit What's-up, B? Yeah Yeah, you know how motherfuckers friend request you You see it, I respect you, give 'em a like Then the nigga hit your DM once you accept Ayy, check this out, homie My friend now, man, check this out I'll be in LA next week Then you can pick me up from Maryford You know what I'm sayin' homie? Ha-ha, nigga like, "What?" I ain't your friend, nigga, blocked Then they make another friend request Hey, check this out, my nigga You know what I'm sayin'? I see you blocked me Yeah

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Credits

Writers
  • Daz Dillinger
  • B-Legit
  • Bo Roc