Play Around (Video Version)

Lil’ Cease & Lil’ Kim & Mr. Bristal & Harve ‘Joe Hooker’ Pierre & Diddy - Rap
Play Around (Video Version)
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Duration: 3:03
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[Intro: Puff Daddy] As we proceed To give you what you need B.I.G., muthafuckas, right back at 'em Lil' Cease, muthafuckas [Verse 1: Mr. Bristal] Yo, handsome Hansun Got dough like the Hansons Playas come fast, went out like Helly Hanson Mr. Bristal, you will never catch me dancin' Often prancing, only in a mansion In the party, I'm high and drunk, I see you glancin' Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin' If drama hit the fan, then I got the cannon Cock, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin' You can call the cops, I never get ran in Call Blake C., y'all get the understanding Who my man is, who the fam' is All that nonsense you talk? Can it, we own thе planet It's a definite, fam ovеr money, reppin' it Armageddon it, destroy everything when we settin' it You delicate, far away in the country where you better get Hesitant man y'all need to get wit' some veterans [Chorus: Joe Hooker] You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around with me! No, boy! I'll crush you! You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around with me! No, boy! I'll crush you! [Verse 2: Lil' Cease] Yo, yo, yo Y'all wanna start shit? Push the button! See the dough flip from the carpet Me and Bris' about to lock down the market Gats be sparkin', they lie too Not Crips and Bloods, that's Piru D-Roc I'ma die for you 'Til this day, I'ma ride for you You die for B.I.G., I die too When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you To guide you, on who to hit and not to If a cat snitch he got to die too, that's the real-la You're talkin' to the roach killer, for more scrilla About to upset New York like Reggie Miller Once they say you turn thug, you turn killer Man, it's hard to turn back when they start to feel ya That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody kill ya That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar 'Cause if you get too close, my man might clap and kill ya for reala [Chorus: Joe Hooker] You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around with me! No, boy! I'll crush you! You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around with me! No, boy! I'll crush you! [Break: Lil' Kim] Another one The Queen Bee, extraordinaire Lil' Cease, comin' at'cha For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] Screw all you broads, I blows like flutes Girls don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness Pocahontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah Didn't think a ghetto star could come this far From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars Please think I'm rich, I could rock a orthopedic shoe A furry Kangol with and a cowboy suit And still be the pimp of the night When I come through You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket I promoted these hits, so I got's to make a profit And all the ends are sins to my men's, down at Spofford Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners Layin' haters down like carpenters So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it We ain't amateurs to the game, we used to it And all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristal Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, TA-DOW! Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it And don't forget it, bitches [Break: Puff Daddy] Stop tryin' to sound like her too, bitches, uh [Chorus: Joe Hooker] You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around with me! No, boy! I'll crush you! You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around... You don't wanna play around with me! No, boy! I'll crush you!
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