| Yeah man, all I’m sayin' is
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| Just play the music, play all of the music, man
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| We gotta keep some balance in the game
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| You know? |
| Let it play man, for real
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| Uuhuuh, Big Shug, Primo
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| You know the deal
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| Just play these records man, all of em
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| DJs, all around the world
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| This year, I’m not fuckin with coward cats
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| Who hide behind they raps and flashy Cadillacs
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| Scared of the battle raps and semiauto gats
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| But wanna push wack rhymes from artificial cats
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| Who wanna feel the purple haze and sparks with cattle graze
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| Swimmin pool with dime chicks, spendin happy days
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| With all my niggas, blaze, honey dips gets glazed
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| And I’m paid a hundred grand when I hit the stage
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| This is not a phase, it’s a real niggas wage
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| And I’mma make sure I get it before I’m back in the cage
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| I promise to shoot and blaze, till my dyin days
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| Till DJ stan and my music played
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| Any beef with me will end in castastrophe
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| I’m winnin while you losin, thats how it just has to be
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| From the vinyl to the cd j
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| Give the fans a chance to hear the fly shit I say
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| Play the record or get smacked clean
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| With anotha bangin joint from Big Shug and DJ Prim
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| (Play it) play it (play it) play it (play it) play it (play it) play it
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| (play it) play it (play it) play it
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| Let the music play, hey
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| (You know we get down)
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| Let the music play, hey
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| (On the microphone)
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| Let the music play, hey
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| (Rhymes flowing like water)
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| Let the music play, (hip hop) every day
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| Let the music play, hey
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| (You know we get down)
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| (…record is massive evidence, of the flexibility and toughness of the
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| principles you profess)
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| I do it all to show my skills, till pushin' daffodils
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| I be on the rooftops, accurate for the kill
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| From old school to new school dudes, I set the tone
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| I’m a vocal, crush and do other things to your bones
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| When I face my enemies, I creep like a centipede
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| Smoke that angel weed while I’m spittin' that 16
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| The game’s been a hunch, referee true and lunch
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| I spit the hottest fire, and always pack a punch
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| Play the record or get your station smothered
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| Or get your head popped off like Saddam Hussein’s brother
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| Play it (play it) play it (play it) play it (play it) play it (play it) play
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| It (play it, play it, play it)
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| Let the music play, hey
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| (You know we get down)
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| Let the music play, hey
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| (On the microphone)
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| Let the music play, hey
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| (Rhymes flowing like water)
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| Let the music play, (hip hop) every day
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| Let the music play
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| All I’m sayin' DJs, around the world, let the music play man
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| All the music ain’t got to sound the same
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| This is Big Shug, DJ Primo, what could be better?
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| Let that music play man, for real
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| Street champ, I’m gone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play It , by - Big Shug. Song from the album Street Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп