Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playa-2-Playa (feat. Mac Mall & Mac Dre), artist - Da 'Unda' Dogg
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Playa-2-Playa (feat. Mac Mall & Mac Dre) |
Yeah, what’s up? |
This one love, this playa to playa |
This Mac Dre and Mac Mall |
Finna overtake all y’all |
Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down |
And make them haters sit down |
And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down |
And represent what’s been lackin', playas |
It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas |
I be that five-hundred-thirty-five percent |
Niggas sessed out every time I rhyme |
Backwood twister, it’s Strictly SES on mine |
Takin' my pictures with saucy Caddies in a line |
Fuck the world, nigga, I’m gonna spend this good green |
On some rope and fully things |
Spittin' throwaway O’s and pipe dreams |
Got a crew full of playas and they all like me |
So don’t speak to my 5 if a choppa in reach |
I’m representin' young titans, soldiers, playas feel shit I’m writin' |
We flow straight dope and well you’re just another client |
So kick in before you get your door kicked in |
Crestsiders, boy, we at it again |
All up in your shit, tellin' muthafuckers ‘strip' |
Cuddie, oh, they didn’t know this a muthafuckin' lick |
So you can fuck with the mob or don’t fuck around at all |
Some wise words from young Mac ass Mall |
Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down |
And make them haters sit down |
And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down |
And represent what’s been lackin', playas |
It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas |
Hand me the rap tapes, what a Mac made for them suckas to see |
That all them late ass niggas really can’t fuck with me, see |
I’m M.D., the, V-Town governor |
A title well-earned because I be keepin' ‘em lovin' a |
Candy-coated thing that be sweeter than Reese’s |
See, niggas like me is endangered species |
How many niggas you know that can flow and keep it really real? |
Be on that hoe, and when she owe, boy, I’mma spill |
That uncut and untuck po pimpin' ass game |
But I won’t buck and won’t touch ‘til I’m up in a Range |
See, I’m lovin' livin' lavish, cuddie, so when I ain’t splurgin' |
I’m goosin' up the cabbage in her mind like a brain surgeon |
I ain’t hurtin', you know I’m stackin' them dollars |
Comin' fresh out the pen strikin' brand new Impalas |
Givin' it up to my folks and them know, boy, the Country Club |
Givin' up the dope so they can soak off this funky dub |
Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down |
And make them haters sit down |
And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down |
And represent what’s been lackin', playas |
It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas |
See, I’m a, half hog, other half cold Crest dog |
Saucy pit, super hard on a bitch |
I switch hoe tricks like Nikes and Guess fits |
Baby pop that lip soon to see the payment |
You might catch me bent, dunkin' broads like Kemp |
We be smokin' roper, she be suckin' Mall’s dick |
We be ridin' Caddy, know that hoe notch quick |
When we hit the Carquinez, baby, drink that shit |
If I’m too hoggish for y’all, please excuse my penmanship |
But I’m from that Country Club where we mob and pull licks |
Muthafuckas can’t see Mall, I’m jumpin' for that gang green, y’all |
I’m a creeper, tie you up in your drawers |
Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down |
And make them haters sit down |
And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down |
And represent what’s been lackin', playas |
It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas |
When I step to the mic, suckas close they eyes |
‘Cause they ain’t tryna see me expose the lies |
I see niggas frontin' and I step to ‘em |
‘Cause I’m true to the game, mayne, I gotta do ‘em |
That fake shit that they spit is play shit and gay shit |
And Dre spit is they shit, you never hear me say shit |
That’s ruthless or truthless, that punk shit is useless |
I spill the real with skill, niggas can’t juke this |
I shoots this, and when I demonstrate |
I don’t perpetrate, duplicate or imitate |
Raps I originate, saps I eliminate |
‘Cause all the women hate when niggas tend to fake |
Man, I’m finna shake, the fakes and frauds |
Stick to the script and break some broads |
‘Cause that’s the way you do it when you out that Bay |
P-to the-L-to-the-A-Y-A |