Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play It Cool, artist - Grand Puba. Album song 2000, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.06.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Play It Cool |
| The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip |
| Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write |
| I say let bygones be bygones and let’s make this cash |
| Let’s get this doe and astill let niggaz know |
| It’s alot of bad bitches in Atlanta |
| New York is there and it’s ripe for the killing |
| I say hit me wit a stack, let me live, let me do mine |
| Let me be aight, when I rest in the night |
| If you want it, you can get it Don’t make theatrics if you got soft tactics |
| There’s alot of actors out there in the movies |
| And even more actors in the rap game |
| I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people |
| So I won’t confuse the words that I choose |
| The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble |
| Will make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish |
| Known Alamo for 25 years |
| So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef |
| Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth |
| No label could ever be able to stop me They might try to prop me. |
| put me on promotions, but yo, fuk that |
| Just give me my money, ain’t a damn thing funny ?(real lust)? |
| Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel |
| That I knew so well, check it out |
| Cuz money’s what the two’s all about |
| (Grand Puba) |
| Keep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy |
| Hey me and Doogie bag mad doe |
| Wit that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving (move slow) |
| So tell me what the fuk is it Weak cyphers can’t wait for the God to come and visit |
| Niggaz don’t know on the d-low |
| Me and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe |
| So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti |
| Bagging loot and I’m jetti, so are you ready to learn |
| Of putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing |
| I put the tic wit the tac cuz I’m the knick wit the knack |
| So save the patty for the wack and it’ll stem from the crack |
| You know what, I don’t hit guts of no nasty sluts |
| Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe |
| Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do So Sadat, let’s bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo |
| Go and tell your motehr, it’s return of the blues |
| (We can do it better) so fuk them others |
| Cuz I ain’t trying to hear it Then if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women |
| The location now, we don’t even ask while |
| Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by |
| I’m cutting niggaz down like drive by Niggaz can’t keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry |
| Grand Puba, Stud Doogie |
| This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let’s get it going on |