Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play, artist - Funky DL. Album song The 4th Quarter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.09.2007
Record label: Washington Classics
Song language: English
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| I’m never ghosting I say what I write |
| Hardly freestyle I get paid what I write |
| Hardly hold back kid I say what I like |
| And with that in mind I sound great on the mic |
| And this ain’t on a hype it’s the real deal raw |
| My beats sound hotter than they ever did before |
| Approach every song like «This ain’t no chore» |
| There ain’t a piece of paper with a rhyme that I tore |
| Its Funky dawg and I’m here like a soldier |
| Said I couldn’t do it but I told ya I’m older |
| Got the weight of the world sitting on my shoulders |
| Now I want a refund on them rhymes that you sold us |
| They straight wack and you wanna be famous? |
| I know we shouldn’t say that yo but who can blame us? |
| Cos every time you get a beat to move on the faders |
| You contributing to the fact you bound to be nameless |
| And that ain’t cool that ain’t even ok |
| You bout to drop your record everybody’s blahzay |
| They talking bout they girl or need to touch up they fade |
| While you pestering the DJ for your record to play (ah-hey) |
| Play… My joints get played cos they hot |
| And yours probably don’t cos they not |
| Play… but don’t take it out on me |
| It’s just the way that it’s supposed to be |
| Play… my joints get played cos they ill |
| While your probably getting told «chill» |
| Play… and take your rhymes back to the lab |
| Here’s some money go and catch you a cab |
| Huh, yo I’ve never fallen off from when I begun |
| From my first record down to this here one |
| From my first show to the next one I rock |
| From a whole cycle of a hand on a clock |
| It’s clear I got my whole game on lock |
| And I don’t need to get no props or have MC’s on my jock |
| While small timers talking bout the bars that they got |
| Them bars are criminal homie I’m calling the Cops |
| Like Whooo! |
| Whooo! |
| You bout to get locked up |
| And broken like the breaks that you hear chopped up |
| Incarcerated knowing what I’m talking about |
| Screaming «Ahhhh!!» |
| somebody let me out |
| But that’s what happens when you mess with the grown ups |
| Acting like you big time with records that’s blown up |
| When in actuality it’s never the case |
| You said you got flavour but we don’t like the taste |
| So what can I say that I haven’t yet said? |
| When your styles just D.E.D. |
| ded! |
| Simple and plain didn’t even need A |
| Cos A is for them students who be getting the play (ah-hey) |
| OUTRO |
| Play (x5) |