Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Confidential Playa (Feat. Tyte Eyez, Ronnie Spencer and Z-Ro), artist - Big Moe. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Confidential Playa (Feat. Tyte Eyez, Ronnie Spencer and Z-Ro) |
| I’m still a player, a confidential player |
| I’m just trying to do something right, so let me live my life |
| Even though I’m still hustling, I know you want to see me struggling |
| But at least I’m trying to do something right so let me live my life |
| Lord knows I had my share of doing the wrong things |
| But a bonified player that finds the life in me |
| Casualties make us cry but still we got to mash |
| Keep my eyes up on the sparrow and mind, up on my cash |
| Penetrate, finish last maintain a steady pace |
| Keep the busters out your business and haters up out your face |
| In this last rat race, the lord some’s got to come |
| Shrivel my signature I call it rapping refunds |
| The ones that criticize be the ones you call your friends |
| The ones that ride it out ain’t gone always be your kin |
| But then, you got to know, if it’s yours you gone get it |
| But also you got to know that everyday, ain’t terrific |
| Precision about your plans, keep it real with your fans |
| Watching my baby boy grow to be a young man |
| My daughter got to know, from the jump you a queen |
| And fuck what them niggas say you tell them your daddy is a king |
| Everytime I look around |
| These haters they be talking down |
| Big Moe that done bring more light |
| I even had a, had a harder time |
| But I’m still here still going strong |
| You can’t believe what you hear in the song |
| About the year two triple o three |
| Whole wide world sipping drank with me |
| I got money but I’m still a little stressed |
| I thank the lord cause you know I’m the best |
| A little love set with the press |
| Why you want less cause through this |
| I guess it’s best for me, to stay calm |
| And hold it down till the day that I’m gone |
| I got a white cup in my palm |
| Feel what a peach crush Mo-Yo's just a |
| Player, player, player, player |
| Money, the rule to all evil that’s what I need |
| Between the hours of 3 to 7, that’s when I bleed |
| Motherfuckers gone making the block hot, so I stay and move around |
| Tyte Eyez and Z-Ro stacking paper, it’s going down |
| Break the shop of a nigga that’s short stopping my change |
| But me and him to the fullest ducking bullets at close range |
| Feeling crazy, like I’m a lose my life to a bitch nigga |
| But while I’m here I be a rich nigga |
| Nephews and nieces, niece cool clothes and chains and pieces |
| I break bread with my family when my record releases |
| Besides skills in the west, nigga got mouths to feed |
| Anything against the grain just light a finger spot over seas |
| Saturday morning as a youngster I ain’t have no bike |
| And I ain’t have no Nikes, but in the triple I’ma have more ice |
| Around my neck and my wrist with fern doors |
| Z-Ro, confidentially yours a player |