[Kim Morgan]
Mmmmhhhh...
Playa, playa
Ohhh....
[Verse 1: Jay Tee]
Bounced about a new pay
5-0-1 still saggin
Cup the volish, put it in a brown baggy
Cap stappin`, strike it in my new nikes
See my partner Beleant on her sell is dykes
San Jose bitches
East LA bitches
Common and play bitches
Man, I Lay your game bitches
You know this dick ain`t free
But now its half price
And if your partner sell it coo` girl, I hit them twice
I make the nights
Specially when I`m off that gin
I got your bag bitch, straking in the coverd inn
She be blowin`
[???] [???] and I flowin`
It`s heavy hoein`
Mayn, you don`t even know it
My cousin Dan, always represent the bay
No matter hell bitch, shit, she still got topay
Straight cash, so why ain`t got to pay taxes?
Showered up and jumped right back in my Air Maxes
[Refrain 2X: Kim Morgan]
Playa playa perkin`
the lover you be workin`
You got a cadillac, a gang, a house
The only thing you love it the liquor stores
[Verse 2: Young Dru]
And when I pulled to the spot
All the bitches` panties get hot
And I let that top drop
and I don`t think shine everytime I hit that block
I got that candy pain
Or the fat tips
Or the mission to pimp a bad bitch
Young savage but cabitch
Hustelin` on and a half ritch
Lil right way
Till that shit so tight way
Toony shows
And pullin` these hoes
And gettin` here all the night way
Fucking with my Kid Foe Jay Tee
Fucker that sucker hate me
Couse that bitch love me
You wanna fuck me
Couse I`m way too thuggy
but don`t try to hug me
I`m not not your huggy
I`m a playa to come
Dog to the bus and [???] up
And cock what you play thug up
Tell your daddy that I raped you
But you know it ain`t true
Don`t try to haze
I got you one tape
Fuck with me and my crew
It`s Young Dru
You love the way I do what I do
Perk it off that brew
And big pimpin` ain`t nuttin` new
Girl I`m a fool
And I`m on to keep this rap-shit crackin`
I spit some game
Get in your brain
And give you all what you laggin`
[Refrain] 2x
[Verse 3: Jay Tee]
Fuck the cliff
Playboy I`m off the curb
The only way to I`m a stop
If is worth to hurtin`
I talk bad
Bitch don`t make me get to cabbin`
All I`m known for is mackin` in a back shappin`
South LA
Beverly Hills to the cress
Hit rancho and put that road up on the test
She got scratch
Her daddy work at Tac` Bell
So why attach?
Kick back and stack mail
[Verse 4: Young Dru]
I`m off that gin and juice
Swat up in the 7 duece
I let you frost to drop your draws
Bitch is hound`a guce
We gittn` wide and loose
Perkin` up in the back of the outless
Pant some brain your ankles
And young bitch I know where your lood is
He can`t front how you gave up the cunt, hoe
So get the fuck out and pass me back my blunt, hoe
Hit the world and don`t call me when you get there
I gives a fuck about a [???]
I`m a sick player
[Refrain] 4x
