Playa Man

Spice 1 & Da Old School - Rap, G-Funk
Playa Man
2 Plays
Duration: 2:34
Lyrics
Chorus: Spice 1 Can you love a playa man Can you love a playa man Can you love a playa man baby Can you really love a playa man [Spice 1] I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants saggin' I smokin' on some of that Crush nasty with a G limp It's the born to die the S-P-I With the playa status since an OG since knee high Sportin' a G hat with the short brim Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller Whatever you wanna calla Straight playa up in this game Puttin it down for all ya haters Killin' 'em softly raisin' 'em off me Keepin' it real so they can't fade me Up in the 9-sick I kick back and roll a Vega up Rollin with the Hennesy Champaign and Remmy up in my cup Livin' like a baller but I'm still a G Soakin up game in the East Bay street Stackin that fetti S-P-I-C-E Chorus [Spice 1] The game is deeper than Atlantis So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon You swimmin' at your own risk Cuz in the bay ain't no Piranha But you can get your body ate up When you get to flossin up in that Lexus potna Look what the tide washed in That's what the people say Spiggity One straight OG up out the dirty bay Straight out the water Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum So come on, come one and come on dem all And watch them bodies fall S-P-I-C-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow! Smile in your face but all the while they wanna take your place I was stuck with a gun case But I'm back out on the paper chase Spittin' 'em game And I'm usin' my mouth piece like Ron O'Neil The G from back in the day They always say I spit the real Keepin' these haters up out of my pockets And always watchin' my spine The role of a playa is force but still looks out for mine Chorus [Spice 1] S-P-I-C-E be stackin fetti fetti See I be stackin' Ballin' cuz I've been hustlin' this game Since way way back in the day The bay area My play area Ain't no crips or bloods But if you cross game we gon' carry ya Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa Poppin' the cork on Champaign Hundred dollars a bottle We roll in Benzes and coups as if we won Lotto Don't let me hear you talk bad upon a playa's name Cuz when you get your scratch on haters gone do the same Chorus
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Credits
- Writers
- Spice 1
- Paris (Rap)