Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why U Playin, artist - Geto Boys. Date of issue: 04.10.2010
Song language: English
Why U Playin |
| Ain’t no sense in you bullshittin' |
| What the fuck is you sayin? |
| You know the way that we do niggas |
| So what the fuck is you playin? |
| (2x) |
| Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a come-up |
| Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto-mach |
| Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin' |
| Assumin' that nobody can hit him, I’ve come to get him |
| I’m starvin', it’s 3 o’clock in the mornin' |
| Wakin' you up out your sleep without a warnin' |
| Good morning, I come to get you for your digits |
| Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it |
| Nobody speakin', don’t blink, I probably think somebody reachin' |
| You make a move, I leave your body leakin' all weekend |
| Take me to the safe, and I can get you for your bucks |
| Or I can shoot this muthafucka up, I don’t give a fuck |
| You make the call for all of y’all |
| You can use your brains to think with, or I can leave em hangin' on the wall |
| What you do when a nigga come through with game too |
| Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you |
| A pastor will introduce you to this casket |
| Bullshittin' me gon' get you blasted |
| We got the powers that move niggas |
| What the fuck is you sayin'? |
| You know the way that we do niggas |
| So what the fuck is you playin'? |
| We got the powers that move niggas |
| What the fuck is you sayin'? |
| Nigga, I be crunk-crunk when it jump-jump |
| Leavin' muthafuckas slump-slump |
| In a trunk-trunk, I pump-pump |
| Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked |
| Stop prayin' for this muthafucka, he ain’t gon' make it |
| You have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome |
| If anybody come lookin' for him, tell him he gone |
| Can’t you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin' around |
| Can’t you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin' the ground |
| It’s goin' down, when times are hard I feel like this |
| Before I starve I’mma kill me a bitch |
| Shit, I want that muthafuckin dope and the cash |
| And I can take it out your pockets or your ass |
| Don’t make me blast |
| The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled |
| Cause I shoot you in your muthafuckin' face and leave you horizontal |
| My .45 signfies who’s boss |
| You play with me, I have your ass startin' the news off |
| Close your fuckin' mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle |
| Don’t turn this robbery into a murder |
| Unless you tired of livin', put your possession in my custody |
| My finger’s itchy, don’t you fuck with me |
| Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning |
| Oh, what it’s all about, Doracell is in your home and |
| The pistol’s in your mouth, nigga, and it’s on and |
| I represent that South, nigga, I bring it on and |
| Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot |
| ??? |
| your baby and that bitch, I’mma shoot, and that’s the truth |
| My pistol piece up against the wig |
| I ain’ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig? |
| You baby-sit? |
| Nigga, I don’t give a fuck |
| A nigga fresh out of prison, down on my luck |
| What’s up, cold steel touchin' on your dome |
| Excellent chrome about to roam through your home |
| Break yourself and I’m gone, it’s all about the cheddar |
| Nigga, ain’t no sense in frontin', fool’s livin' better |
| Nigga, plus I’m bigger, G.B.'s in this bitch |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| I’m the muthafuckin man |