Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play, artist - Conscious YouthsDate of issue: 13.09.2008
Song language: English
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| There she goes again |
| A perfect ten from beginning to end |
| Surrounded by men and she never pretends |
| She gets fit in the gym |
| Sporting all that gold |
| And he don’t even know that she’s cheating on him |
| Housey wife turned Sista Bling |
| Now she’s out with Mr. Singh |
| Sting so bad it is blistering |
| And the ex-boyfriend can kiss the ring |
| When he talks about love she’s dissing him |
| When I speak about love she’s listening |
| High heel boots, what a flashy thing |
| In a birthday suite since christening |
| Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends |
| And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play |
| You know what they say, every dawg has his day |
| Some bark, some bite but still they might get caught in the game |
| Left in the rain, jumpin' up and down they wanting to play |
| And heads keep talking and talking, but they got nothing to say |
| Particular people are critical, bickering |
| That we too mainstream |
| They really political, silly and pitiful |
| Meaning you and me |
| The cynical side is clinically typical |
| For all the humanbeings |
| Is he really a criminal? |
| Killing a lyrical? |
| I’m feeling the ridicule reaching a pinnacle |
| Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends |
| And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play |
| Well you know what they say, every dawg has his day |
| Some want the bone, some chase the cars, I’m leaving more than a stain |
| Let me get it all, won’t settle for the so-called luxuries in life |
| That’s such a cheesy lie, I’m callin' the bluff, doin' it for more than the fame |
| Give me freedom of speech, give me equal rights |
| Give me clean air to breathe in the peaceful night |
| Gimme whatever it takes to break our chains and make us see the light |
| Give me just a lil' bass and a bit of space to let me speak my mind |
| Won’t you please just let me play |
| Here we go again |
| Give me space enough for me to breathe, enough for me to be, enough for me to |
| play |
| I don’t ask for much, so just pass the dutch, coffee half a cup, I’m okay |
| I feel fabulous though I don’t have a buck, it’s hazardous trying to rhyme |
| after us |
| Check mate, ain’t no matching us, they lack the nuts. |
| And here’s where the |
| laughter stops |
| It goes «Oh, no, look at them go», Mr Singh, Lil Red, Daddy Pales, Promoe |
| See the logo bro? |
| My dogs is some stone cold flow pros, acting local, |
| thinking global |
| Get a load off and let me play. |
| See my bros won’t ever separate, here goes |
| Here we go again, just one more rounds with my friends |
| And I hope this never ends, because today’s my time to play |