| I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be
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| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me
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| What’chu you feedin that baby cake
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| Asthma got me on that ass like a license plate
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| Rear end you, whiplash, I didn’t see your brakes
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| Monster truck so I’m getting crushed when I’m on the race
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| I ain’t a hater, baby, keep your man
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| He gon' spend time wit’chu, cuddle up and hold your hands
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| I’m your playa partna, friend
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| You a groupie, bopper, a fan
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| Doin' the tatter puddy or the hand stand
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| Charm ya before I harm ya
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| Get her 'fore I forget her
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| Strip her 'fore I rip her
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| Sit up before i bent her
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| Break up before I enter
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| I’m tryna see what’s in her
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| Teamwork make winners
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| I see ya jockin' while i’m rockin'
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| Peekin' but you ain’t speakin on it
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| Juicy mouth, wet, extra spit, no gleakin' on it
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| I’m fienin', tweakin' on it
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| Sick from the dick
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| Ay girl, I’m a playa, baby…
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| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be
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| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me…
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| I’m Town vintage, Oakland original
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| I ride clean, I smoke and I’m pimpin' hoes
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| Started with nothin' and made a whole lot
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| For a long time; |
| I get everything a hoe got
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| And I owe it all to the Town
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| For lacing me, showed a nigga how to get down
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| I got 4 hustles and they all make change
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| «Short, where you get all that game?» |
| From the Eastside
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| Wit' a fine little broad, street meat ride
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| Wit' the purp and the pills, keep me high
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| And the youngstas on the scraper bikes, keep ridin'
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| I’m on the Eastside
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| Home of the infamous Keak da Sneak
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| Been known for pimpin' his freaks for weeks
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| And me, I’m a boss, whatever I do
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| Ay Keak, tell 'em 'bout you
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| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be
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| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me…
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| Always been a stunna, always been shinin'
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| Ran with the breezys ever since i start timin'
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| Y’all can have the nickels, all I want is the dimes and
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| I’mma skip the foreplay, straight to the grindin'
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| Give it to her like she never had it before
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| Celly in the building and we all in the doe
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| They don’t make 'em no more, they on some other shit, mayne
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| Mad at the game, and it’s all on a bitch, mayne
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| I won’t explain, you shoulda soaked it, mayne, you know what’s up
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| I’m in it for the money but you in it for the nut
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| I got hella bitches and they know about each other
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| You got one bitch and you keep it undercover
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| If a nigga take her from you, then you wanna fight
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| If you not mine, I’ll have 10 by tomorrow night
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| Riding shotgun, tryna make more money
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| With a black girl, a señorita, and a snow bunny
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| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be
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| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me…
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| It’s a time and a place for that gangsta shit
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| Your chick bad, I’mma smack the bitch and yank her quick
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| You doin' it wrong
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| I back her up and get gone, real talk on my songs
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| Right or wrong, banging loyalty, bagging sautéed nuts
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| Like ODB, I like it raw but never when I fuck
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| Like what, the business, gotta give it to her
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| Fresh outta Folsom when I dose 'em, you know how I do her
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| 187 Pure, on the One like Spice
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| Catch me out in Chico with an Asian, yeah, rice for life
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| First class on a Boston flight
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| Tonight, twins I chase suck nice
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| It’s a gift to make a dick shoot swift
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| She’ll do it on a natural, choosing on a young pimp
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| Trap herself with somethin' limp
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| Sauce, man, butter like she love sautéeing shrimp
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| 'Cause I’m a playa, that’s all I’ll ever be
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| And they don’t, they don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me
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| They don’t make 'em no more like me… |