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Don't Try to Play Me Homey lyrics Yeah youknowhatI'msayin' muthafuckas in the world tryin' to play niggas out these days. Can't fuck around and play no niggas out these days niggas is smarter'n a muthafucka man we gotta make cash. Only thing that's ruling this muthafucka right now, this strap, this weed, and this money I got in my pocket finna go get mo' money. youknowhatI'msayin' Ha Fuck 'em. [Verse 1] I hear some niggas comin' 'round talkin' 'bout what the fuck they can do but the only thing I do is realizin' in my crew Fuck these snitches fuck these bitches ain't worth the jail time bro' you know these streets is a muthafuckin' joke and that's the way it goes Playa playa got caught up brought up the wrong way But he say the white man fucked me up and got me acting that way You know the homey who be ballin' with the squad (squad) Little Y.G. trynta practice acting hard talkin' 'bout money talkin' 'bout bitches talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all that shit Cocaine a pound of weed and bitches sucking on his dick He used to win it to live that way ever since them Chronic days The big homeboy C-style put him on Nineteenth Street got him on his way It was cool 'cause he was finally one of us someone we can trust later on someone we couldn't trust Niggas got greedy seen us clockin' dough in this rap game threaten to snitch if he wadn't rich in a matter of days Should we kill him or let him starve? (Kill him!) Make him get real broke (Kill him!) hell naw this nigga gotta die right here we ain't no joke. (hell yeah nigga) Check it! [Chorus (3X)] Don't try to play me homey Don't try to play me what (what) Don't try to play me homey Who the fuck you think I was? (was) [Verse 2] 8:30 in this evenin' I cop the sack gettin' me set get some Orange getting me on my mind state just at rest Cruise the neighborhood proudly and I'm throwin' up my set Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't you forget I crack a forty of that Eight fuck St. Ides I love the taste and my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass and the homeboys flossin' we tossin' up the scene lookin' clean as fuck makin' green mashing as a muthafuckin' team it seems the homies notice me who I am Goddamn tires hoppin' pullin' up pop on the jam niggas started hoping showin' stereo on three chromes and the situation just went so fast Daz Dilinger kickin' ass steadily movin' making cash Later on I bounce to the club me and my cousin Rico Snoop Tai cousin Supafly, Big Style, E and Hershey too Cruisin' up ? like fools don't understand my thang come around here homeboy & you won't see daylight ever again Come tow me bitch come get me rich you know my way my game we spit you down wit this? (you down wit this) Told ya what told ya twice told ya why told ya somethin' it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin' ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin' [Snoop over last line] dumpin' on niggas after the club niggas started trippin' niggas start set trippin' niggas started Crippin' started Bloodin' started doin' whatever that they was doin' I was blastin' they was blastin' Dat Nigga Daz was out catching those who try to get up and do they thang swang bang and I gets my thang rat pack niggas try to jack niggas try to fuck my game How the fuck I feel homeboy get that Eight and drink some more niggas won't stop mashin' 'til we knock down every niggas door [Chorus (4X)] [Echo] (Yeah) and there you (have it) straight gangsta (shit) Other Gridlock'd Soundtrack lyrics: Wanted Dead or Alive lyrics Sho Shot lyrics It's Over Now lyrics Never Had a Friend Like Me lyrics Why lyrics Out the Moon (Boom, Boom, Boom) lyrics Lady Heroin lyrics Body & Soul lyrics Life is a Taffic Jam lyrics |