Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Playa, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Young Playa |
| Respect the game |
| Cuz I got the game |
| Y’all know who I is |
| Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz |
| See me front in back with the wood all around |
| Plus I got that (boom boom) surround sound |
| Don’t hate on me boy if you do (pow) get down |
| Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground |
| But on the other hand, I’ma key runner man |
| I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man |
| We stuntas man |
| I might stumble across a grand and give it to your wifey |
| And watch how she (*slurp*) on my pipey like a Icee |
| I might be in a Range that night |
| I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight |
| I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right |
| But if I lose, its cool, that’s some change lil shite |
| That ain’t nothing |
| I ain’t doing nothing if I, I ain’t stunting |
| Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming |
| Slow yo roll lil one |
| You in glady’s bar |
| And Ms. Pat and gray head over there |
| They In the back card gambling |
| At the bar dranking |
| But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one |
| Broads I use 'em |
| Hatas I bluse 'em |
| My whole front grill is full of confusion |
| Got dammit |
| Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded) |
| The top was to the back, niggas couldn’t stand it |
| Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished |
| I got it like that |
| Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches |
| Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches |
| Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches |
| «Million Dollar Man» baby Ted DiBiase |
| Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier |
| Sammy, Mario, tody Tez, that’s my posse |
| And what |
| You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck |
| Tell yo girl hello |
| I done did her, what you muggin me for |
| Keep playin with me, I’ll put a slug in yo do' |
| Now looky here, young blood |
| Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt |
| Don’t make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass |
| Now keep doing what you doing |
| Go head |
| Y’all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs |
| Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol |
| Cough cough cough up |
| Got a cat eye Benz on Brabus |
| They call us Uptown shiners |
| Original Hot Boy$ baby, Big Tymers |
| I spit game |
| Get in they head, they be like, «Quit Wayne!» |
| Half hour later, I’m in they split man |
| Hehehehe it be kicks man |
| Let me get real |
| I’ll kill on the battlefield |
| Steal for the scrill |
| I will never leave my clique nigga, I’m to trill |
| I’m a little peepsqueal |
| But I’m a ape in that jungle |
| And if you get it twisted |
| Nigga, I’m taking yo lover |
| I mean I’m raping yo lover |
| Leave her taste in my rubber |
| I’m a playa nigga, I’m a playa |