Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playgirls Play, artist - MC Lyte. Album song Seven & Seven (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2007
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
Playgirls Play |
| Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte |
| Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte |
| Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte |
| Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte |
| Ain’t a damn thing changed |
| You know my name |
| East coast represent |
| Watch me do my thing |
| I’m the female chronic slash gin and tonic |
| Fuck Johnny Blaze, I’m Johnny Mnemonic |
| I’m a floss with it |
| Take it way past the limit |
| Go back 6 years and throw some G funk in it |
| MC Lyte long as the money green collect |
| This is for my dogs hittin' switches in the projects |
| East side and the west side |
| Indeed I spit it with finesse right |
| L’s for love me, Y for «why front?» |
| T’s for truth, E’s the exotic flavor you bounce to |
| Lyte is… Brooklyn flavor that’ll always be fresh |
| Lyte is… paid in full I keep my benjamins |
| Flippin' outfits twice a day |
| Plus a milked out coupe to push around the way |
| Grants stacking up every day all day |
| That’s just the way playgirls play |
| I’m the ultimate intergalactic spectacular |
| Funk mistress as creamy as Swiss Miss |
| Hot chocolate I’m the topic, go cop it |
| Broken microphones cause I rocked it |
| Who that Lyte? |
| True that, right? |
| I’m the perfect role model for keepin' your game tight |
| After this I’m spending four Gs tonight |
| Cuz money made in the dark comes to the Lyte |
| Recognize through them blood shot eyes |
| Think my lyrical skills ain’t ill you be surprised |
| Hypnotized by my Brooklyn vibe |
| Or we can take it out to Queens where Cool J resides |
| You’re transparent incoherent |
| Oh you don’t know that word |
| Let me make it more apparent |
| I sit on chrome stake up chips run up charts |
| Break up schemes cause wet dreams |
| Engine engine number 9 on the NY transit line |
| If you want that flavor back |
| Lyte it up, Lyte it up, Lyte it up |
| Who am I? |
| L Y T E |
| How fly? |
| Oh I’m real jiggy |
| It’s no puzzle how I through the muzzle on the mic |
| Cuff your CD make it spin all night |
| I got what you like you like what I got |
| Hotter than gun shots hotter than most blocks |
| Hot hot hot to the touch pop the clutch |
| I won’t stop |
| Larger than life, the most jiggiest |
| Rippin all the mics apart |
| I’m gettin' busy |
| It’s all about the cheddar |
| Nobody do the body better |
| Never sour but flow like an Amaretta |
| It’s the Lyte y’all, I’m about to take flight |
| Brooklyn zone got it locked up tight |
| Show biz your biz doe biz my biz |
| There it is |