Lyrics:
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
educator
Playa hata? More like a generator
Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator
Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat
The shit was hot, the pussy
educator
Playa hata? More like a generator
Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator
Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat
The shit was hot, the pussy
do, what I do, stay cool, keep real niggas around you
My crew, 'round house kickin' it like Ryu
Smoke two for my high, the birds' eye view
So cool,
can't be a playa if you want to be a hata
And you can't be a hata if you want to be a playa
Listen to what I be dropping Shadow and stoppin
Til I lay in
can't be a playa if you want to be a hata
And you can't be a hata if you want to be a playa
Listen to what I be dropping Shadow and stoppin
Til I lay in
Mom introduced biggie, It started with Snoop
Back when my situation was shit and Q had the juice
Alledgedly, my cousin was murdered by niggas in blue
'em
To meet two chicks, so we can get wild wit' him
We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five
Smokin' trees, on the way, Saturday Night Live
Said they
Hook:
You know it's time to get 'em on
No doubt about it we gettin' scummie
You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummie (2x)
Verse 1: Never
Hook:
You know it's time to get 'em on
no doubt about it we gettin' scummie
You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummie (2x)
Verse 1:
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
bitches that’s trippin’
Off the date rape drug i’m gone
Your whole crew is true playas
It’s all imaginary, the truth is you squares
It’s all in your head
hoe's end up being bad news
Find em, fuck em, split em, forget em
Let the hoe go, so the next Joe can hit em
Real about this playa shit, Suave came
or no belt the playa with no help
Never would believe
Verse 2
It's like blast off and off in space we go
And where this space ship stops only God seems
the street
Im from the lbc and i dont noe wut yall done heard about me
But im a C-R-I-P wit some P-I-M-P too
I'm a real pimp playa from da 213 crew
Now look
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
hop, party in your stilettos or flip flops
You can't stop, entranced by the DJ, strictly observation crew, that's how we play
When the suits come off,
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
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