Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Be Playa, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Gotta Be Playa |
Man, know what I’m sayin? |
Hold up (hold up) |
I-10 connected |
Know what I’m sayin? |
(know what I’m sayin?) |
S.A. Town to H-Town (H-Town) |
Holla at me when I touch down |
— w/ ad libs |
Gotta, gotta be playa, gotta be a star |
Gotta be playa, gotta be a star |
Gotta be playa, playa, star |
Gotta be playa, playa, star |
Got to be playa, playa, star |
Hold up baby |
Chamillitary, hey (hey) |
Your broad lookin chocolate, broad showin me boppin this |
Autograph her pad and now she tellin me «you forgot my chest!» |
Sittin high on top of this (uh), rims steady choppin it’s (uh) |
Taller than a Webster, you could call it Papadapolis (man) |
Ain’t nobody stoppin this, bootleggers jockin this |
Flow that I got like Block E-N-T was droppin this (Joc) |
Take my time to drop with it, never come with sloppiness |
A million dollar swagger, you should pay me for my cockiness (yeah) |
Even at the Swishahouse, was still, still tippin |
They say Koopa like Jordan and Chamill like Pippen (ballin) |
Steel wheel grippin, hit the curve, my wheel chippin |
Still pullin up on you boys like Chamill ain’t trippin (trippin) |
Know the city, know the state, hit the club to show my face |
Know the haters is gon' hate, streets tell me I’m old and great |
Take your woman on a date, bone your Mrs. on the lake |
Ego gettin large and I don’t really think that it’s gon' deflate (hold up) |
Gotta be playa made |
Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made |
Gotta be playa made |
Maybe I’m a crawl on fours |
Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made |
Famous! |
Huh, I gotta be playa (though) |
They say I’m a dog, get a broad and I play her (a ho) |
They say I’m a star, so I’m sharp as the razor (bro) |
Crease in your jeans, button up and a blazer (damn) |
Me I keep it gangster, real playas ride chrome (chrome) |
Still tall T with some Locs like Tone (Tone) |
Them fours not threes and they poke like moan (moan) |
With the 'E' in the middle (oh), now you caught on (slow man) |
I’m throwed off the dome (dome), bad with a pad (pad) |
Them monkeys on my ass and them hoes gon' sag (yeah) |
Say you get money and them hoes gon' laugh |
Say you with Chamilli (-tary mayne) and them hoes gon' smash |
I’m from a city you ain’t heard about (210) |
Soon as the word get out, like Mixtape Messiah Trey, +Get Ya Burners Out+ |
Huh, I’m from the 'Ton ('Ton) |
And I’m fittin to be a star like Joan (Joan) |
Tippin down, payroll lookin swoll, you don’t want to be my nemesis (no) |
Man I’m as cold/Cole as the sole on some Kenneth kicks (huh) |
Vehicles and rims in all black like the Jena Six |
Vehicles is black and got buttons like a Genesis (Sega) |
First we put the silver, then the apple on the fender |
Refrigerator automatic, curtains on the wind-a (for real) |
Intercontinental, still grippin on the timber |
Plus the pinky ring is the equivalent to Denver (huh?) |
Ballin like a mother that’s a real large Nugget |
Carmelo yellow pinky, cost a real large budget |
Stack the 26's and it still not rubbin |
Passed on a million yesterday and I’m still not budgin (mayne) |
Texas players love to brag, Texas players love the slabs |
Pull the car from off the lot, Ernest 'bout to color that |
Gators slap another bath, lookin like a hovercraft |
Kick the groupies out but they keep comin back |
— w/ ad libs |
(Chopped and Screwed Voice) |
(Got diamonds, got to be exposed, you know I) |
Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made |
(Throw, throw some candy on my doors, you know I) |
Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made |
(Drop, drop the top when I crawl slow, you know I) |
Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made |
Maybe I’m a crawl on fours |
Gotta be playa, playa, playa, playa made |