Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TRU Playaz (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Kind George, Mr. Serv On and Big Ed), artist - Tru. Album song True, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
TRU Playaz (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Kind George, Mr. Serv On and Big Ed) |
I got five on the trizzay, today is a gizzay |
Jumped in my Chev on the way to the dizzay |
And I’m a ring ding dong like Dre |
But I’m strapped with that tre 8 |
So much pound in my back seat |
I’m gettin chased by those motherfuckers O P D |
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle |
Fuck it I hear today cause I never been a role model |
I’m out for the dough taz on my back |
Shake the po po’s, never did time for crack |
This young playa, I don’t play |
Got more bitches then oil of olay |
But I’m smooth like gladness, hustlin is a habit |
Spinach for Popeye, fool I like cabbage |
Can tell by you walk and the way that you talk |
Youz a TRU playa x2 |
It be the, it be the, it be the S-I-L to the K |
The nigga that you love to hate, but these hoes, yep, they love to date |
Mom trippin goin have to get yours |
Stumblin and fallin as I tip toe |
Now watch me jump and pimpin this system for what it’s worth |
I got so many ways but like first thing’s first |
Now let’s see if you can catch this |
Bouncin, leanin, smashing the Lexus |
I’ll be a playa and you know I’m TRU |
I got them G’s on my side and you know how us G’s do |
Another day, another dollar |
I’m not a scholar cause I didn’t graduate |
Share my school I get a paycheck |
You know I’m always flossin |
Can’t be keepin them niggas up on they toes, pimpin these hoes |
I’m better off in, in the car that’s what they told me |
I’m a soldier, down with this No Limit click like I told ya |
The money comes slow, the money go fast |
Playas like TRU stash cash in the garbage bag |
Every day, all day, time to roll bread |
C.O.B. |
on the spot, how we get paid |
AK’s fully strapped in the backpack |
King George, like the mack in the white Lac |
Bumper jack intact, time to step back |
Guinea pigs in the crowd get thier head cracked |
Here I come again on the straight coming |
The S to the S to the E to the E to the R to the R to the V to the O to |
The N |
It’s all about his dividends |
And I ain’t hesitant |
In 95 I changed my residence to make bigger presidents |
Never been a kid like Jason |
On and off the court I’m pimpin them hoes like Gary Payton |
Eyes red like Satan |
High from that dank |
Straight from the city to give two nuts about a body on stank |
So nick nack paddywhack, P pass a sack or pass a dack game |
Trippin off a nickel sack of weed |
Been pushin hella weed since I jumped out my daddys nut seed |
So ain’t no use in failing green like Sam Sneed |
So when you see me you might as well count your stack |
Respect what I jack and let me show you what you lack |
And treat you how a real playa supposed to act |
Cause I’m a real TRU playa |
See I’m a G to be a playa, a playa to be a G |
It’s the B to the I |
And what you be? |
I be a G |
And what do people call you? |
Some people call me E |
And what you used to slang? |
I used to slang that D |
See I add flavor to this cut like jalapeno bro |
See I’m hotter then tobasco ho, flowin fast or slow |
Cause yall be roll up through them cuts |
Runnin or rust, got that Glock cocked ready to pop |
Let off seventeen hundred shots |
Uh, so either kill me pull the plug nigga |
Cause I’m that nigga, the real nigga, sittin behind that trigger |
Cause TRU be them TRU playaz |
So Big Ed puts it down and keeps dumpin on them playa haters |