Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Play, artist - Bizzy Bone.
Date of issue: 13.07.2015
Song language: English
We Play |
Seventh sign mastermind in full effect, please believe it |
All you suckas didn’t need his death, all you playa hatas |
Yell out Q-Tommy's shit, fuck a ravance angry bitch |
Seventh Sign nigga, DOA nigga, Capo Confuscious, Little Razul |
Josiah, Patience, Baby Fil, Nina Ross, Olay Aloha and |
My sisters in heaven |
Y’all ain’t ready for this shit, y’all know what it is |
That’s, that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s how we play. |
How we play… ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we. |
That’s how we play, that’s how, that’s how we play. |
Yeah… ooh we, ooh we, that’s how we. |
That’s how we play |
Y’all know what it is nigga, fuck these niggas |
Who do not believe in what the fuck |
The seventh sign, who do, you motherfuckers, I need |
None of you motherfuckers, put it on me motherfucker |
Put it one me, It’s how we play motherfuckers |
Comin' to get you niggas |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
That’s how we play. |
Give me an ounce for three fifty |
Nigga need a quick divorce, my niggas keep tellin' me |
What they keep sayin' about being the source |
Well I don’t read magazines |
Nigga that’s just irritation |
Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education |
Little do they know about wha, wha, wha |
Little do they know about who, who, who |
Little do they know about me, me, me |
Eaze, and tell about you, you, you |
Ain’t no time to be trippin' the women |
Cause women will grab you get caught up 'n shot |
Little niggas them bitches is yours, so slap on a rubber |
And beat up the cock, little niggas y’all so horny |
Only got your car for broads, how could I be hatin' |
When y’all are the fakest niggas I’ve ever saw |
Y’all rollin' with snitches, I don’t know no snitches |
I roll with real niggas 'til they fall off |
God put them up 'fore they lose they briches |
And I feel my children love me |
Daddy gots to do more better |
Balance help me makin' money, and spendin' more time with them |
With them, with them, stack up in the middle |
Play me like fiddle, feel «B» like everyday |
Don’t be fickle motherfuckers |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
That’s how we play. |
Wouldn’t it be better if we could just choose the future |
Blood mixed up common fusion, thug picked up outta people |
No Ruthless, no medusa see I got jacked in Beverly Hills |
Still I keeps it real, very selective |
Wanna just smoke and chill |
See I’m a veteran all the grenade launchers won’t cost me much |
Anyone can get X’d off, yeah nigga ya can be touched |
I did all my dirt in the burbs |
I was ridin' around with my sisters baby’s father |
Double barrel shotgun say word |
Ready or not here come my words |
Steady or not that shit’s absurd |
I already got me all perturbed |
Hop on the block hittin' all my nerves |
This is the life style of that prick sellin' been forcified |
Niggas don’t let him lie to y’all |
I’m a tell the truth on mine, and I really wanna war |
Catch us in early wires, open the door |
These rappers is scared as hell |
What you frontin' for, he got his entourage |
He got his bag of weed, it’s just the way it is |
Little Bizzy takes the lead |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
That’s how we play. |
Whatever, whatever, we got to get cheddar, I’m better with money |
Been runnin' around with a gun and a skully |
And yo one of my buddies not dippin' the swisher in honey and uhhh |
Nobody’s the best and you better believe it |
And leave it alone, 'lone |
I’m a tell y’all all my secrets, son of a mistress, carry on |
Out of the foster home been raised all of my freaky ways |
Burn my collection of porn but I don’t want no strays |
What about church folk stressin' that I should change |
Live your life I’m a live my life |
Without the lies and let me pray for change |
And I keep the pimp cup, I don’t wanna blow the pimps up |
Cause my fathers father was pimpin' |
And he left all of his children checkin' |
I don’t have to respect it, and you don’t have to respect it |
Give me my space, and I’m a give you yours |
It’s my profession nigga, it ain’t a game |
Y’all can pop the collar, it’d be some drama in the parkin' lot |
Seventh sign poppin' your column |
One for the money, holla |
Two for the deep, playas |
It’s the way we play impalas nigga y’all can (?) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah (that's how we play…) |
It’s how we play, yeah |
That’s how we play. |