You Can’t Play A Playa

Lyrics

[Intro dialogue] [Verse 1] You can't play a playa, back so I could check my pimpin' About you good for nothin' niggas and you no good ass women Tell my so-called homeboys, the ones that's salty They got no game, mayne, because they faulty Now I'm slippin', slidin', walking around my hood glidin' Off them dank pills my boys hooked up, ridin' High-sidin', pushin' to one of the beats that my boy made Stumpin' and jumpin' and bumpin' them rhymes 'cause shit's played Now I'm rolling down the strip With the chronic that keep candy paint on hit Taxin' and waxin', maxin' on the scene Them little hoochies from the hood tryna get me for my green No way, Jose, you hoes get no play You're dealing with the Bigga, the Figga, the niggeta from the Bay And you're talking about the mack from the Moetown You're lowdown, slow down, 'cause I could make the whole ground Shake and bake and take two to the chin Laid that ass out, we coming again, me coming again So um, back the fuck up before I say'a Mister Mayor, huh, you can't play a playa [Verse 2] Playing on the scene every day of the week Mister J to the T from the Get Low P Got my microphone clutched in my right hand I'm the man with the plan to make you say, "goddamn" Moving through the crowd, stepping on your toes Throwing chin blows 'cause the Bigga boy knows, huh 'Cause I'm hyper, riper than an apple Bust a cap and laugh, hoe, shake and leave you baffled Tic, tac, knick, knack Grab your gat, black, too late, you got jacked 'Cause this is going out to the players Not the player haters but the players The boys that peep game, the ones that stack mail The ones that come from the shoulders and straight swell Not the ones that come from the trigger Try to act like a giant 'cause he think he bigger Just an overnight gangsta tryna earn stripes 'Bout to get wrapped up by the spray of the TEC-9 Niggas ain't playing in the '93 Even young OG's with automatic heat That's why I mind my own and stay bolo Playa hatin' niggas need to be rolled on And then I stack and mack and get fat The track is on hit 'cause you know I'm back To test the best and rip shop Puttin' in much work without even using a Glock Because I'm shakin' 'em, breakin' 'em, movin' 'em, makin' 'em, takin' 'em, breakin' 'em down Make that shit pound with this underground sound So kick on back before I say'a Mister Mayor, huh, you can't play a playa [Interlude] Mayne, guess what, mayne What's up? Man, I had that nigga JT bitch last night, mayne Nigga, I'm serious, mayne Nigga, how you had that hoe? Man, I had that bitch at the telly giving nookie ass, mayne That's real, mayne [Verse 3] Peep game, bro, you could have that ho She been jockin' a young player since '84 And about them hoes, mayne, they ain't no good They'll try to play a player if they think they could But they can't play me, so they must play you I've been peeping the game, it ain't no thang Driving them punk ass hoes insane When it comes to the mackin', 'cause mackin' is actin' Especially when your bitch stackin' So the next time you're trippin' off your ho, let that ho go 'Cause when you let that ho go, one gon' come, fa sho Again, you could kick back and pull up a chair And peep game from the motherfuckin' playa, bitch [Outro dialogue]