Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playa Like Me and You, artist - Do Or Die.
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Playa Like Me and You |
Verse One: Belo |
Since I’m 'Lo let me flex this |
If there’s somethin on yo' mind recline and check this |
Song smooth not reckless |
Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas |
Give the game up since I came up |
Blew my name up, check out the rhythm |
Make them all wanna flame up |
Strike a match to a lighter |
A message to a young ridah, on the sight of |
Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat |
Bitchin to skins, saw that |
I can tell you where the mob at |
At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at |
Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back |
Shootin back for the small scratch |
Trey-Fo' what you call that? |
Pull up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got called |
By the po-po, save it for the phone doe |
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it’s appeal |
Took a chill, but I still had to pose |
And if I pause, it’s because I left my car and the phone |
Chorus: Johnny P |
Can you smoke and ride |
With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe |
Can you smoke and ride |
With a playa, like me, and you |
Verse Two: AK-47 |
See uhh, laid back I’ma let the proper game at two rats |
In the roll like two sacks |
Dub essential when my homey came up |
On the same drug for layin up they holla who that |
Double check, just a couple hoes |
Tryin to see where my head was at |
On some problem shit |
Wish to be up within the party shit |
With the blunts and Bacardi shit |
With the way she was dressed she might as well |
Had nuttin on your body bitch |
Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get |
Nuttin but the proper cheese |
To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick |
But really doe, once a man advance |
And bend blocks smoke the last of these |
Pimp cats done CC’s |
Heavy G’s ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally |
Bags seized through Darnell |
Heavy sacks and drop-tops |
Now look on your map and spot |
Where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke |
Verse Three: Belo |
I, made my money on the DL |
Closed shop in the Pontiac we bail |
To the mall to ball we’re all pall |
Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females |
To the retail |
Five double oh period double oh these suits |
The Girbaud with the boots |
Then I scoop, up the loot |
Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of |
Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear |
Spring game in her ear |
Tell her Miss to please me and dance till it’ll make me hear |
Get her dizzy off the Stanberg |
Girlie had to run for months to pump up but I’ma handle her |
Like a man, I’ma stand if I fall |
And when I fall, then the city better make the call |
Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes |
I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes |
Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe |
Only wearin in the do' what the playas know |
Bet y’all wanna see me niggas wanna be me |
Never will they pimp free, pimp costs |
And I get lost on the slide for the Ave gettin high while we ride |
(Johnny P) |
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad' |
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die |
Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah |
Can I say it one more time |
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad' |
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die |
Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride |
With me baby, check it out… |
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride |
C’mon girl ride ride ride ride |
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride |
C’mon girl ride ride ride ride |
Whoa yeah (whoa yeah) |
Won’t you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby) |
With my homey Belo |
My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c’mon baby, c’mon baby |
Check it out |
C’mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby |
Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl |
Won’t you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go |
Do you wanna go, yeahhh |