Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Playaz Dedication, artist - Rappin' 4-Tay. Album song My Favorites Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Forte
Song language: English
Playaz Dedication |
A yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area artists |
Like E-40, 4-Tay (yup), you know, Dru Down, and the whole crew |
Talk about what made you decide to work with them |
Because I can’t always be in the Bay |
And I know how the Bay is |
The Bay is tight people, man |
If you ain’t there, they gone talk about you |
So I want them to know, I love you, I feel you, I’m representing for you |
So I know I got a certain amount of acclaim and everything |
So I bring the Bay with me, and 4-Tay, he always been raw to me |
And I like his style, when I was in jail, I used to listen to his stuff |
So when I got out, we clicked, we did the song |
Now he in jail, now I got to do what he did for me |
When I was in jail, he used to send out shout outs |
And say how he support me and everything |
Now I support 4-Tay, everybody pray for him and send letters |
I hope the brother get out of jail soon as possible and get back to his shit |
Because you know it’s a struggle for every young black man |
4-Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge |
I ain’t trying to make you feel all down and bitter |
This is for my dog, about to pour me out a little liquor |
Could of swam in the tears shedded in the Bay |
Try to hold it in, couldn’t help but cry all day |
I’m stressing, please with my rap, hopefully it’s working |
Because when your folks leave this earth, man, that shit be hurting |
Emotional traumas, enough to make you lose your ground |
No matter what happen, just represent and put it down |
I feel I owe this to the real g’s across the nation |
Not just the R.I.P., a player’s type of dedication |
What’s rap without the game, gangsters, and villains |
My fears of this calls me on got to make a killing |
Because my voices is saying things that I ain’t ever heard of |
And just because of that, a nigga wants to plot a murder? |
But I got something for them suckers who intend to rush me |
Part two, and only God can judge me |
From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend? |
And all the real players, pour out some Hen |
This my dedication to a million soldiers |
May you rest in peace, this coming from the Forte |
From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend? |
And all the real players, pour out some Hen |
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac |
And you can best believe — that it won’t stop, uh |
You should’ve known that I’d be coming back, especially after |
All the drama that done happened, got to holler at you |
Coolio hot and the Together Brothers kicked the game |
But things done got so out of hand that we can’t even sing |
This ain’t a sad song, man this some real shit |
Go to clubs and chop up game, who pump that rough shit? |
Wish I could bring you all back from heaven but I can’t |
Sometimes I reminisce and down a whole fifth of drink |
But the least I could do is stay on the hit list |
Despite the controversy, put it down and shift the gift |
Life goes on just like a show goes on |
The player haters roll on, but man we oh so strong |
Wish I could bring you back through the time |
So we could spit some rhymes, and show them busters how players recline |
So took the deepest feelings in the heart, and when the drama starts |
Just ask yourself who was down from the very start |
Things just ain’t the way they used to be |
It seems the more money you stack, the more retracted enemies |
First round draft pick, millions for baskets |
Jealousy and envy results to nothing but caskets |
And it’s a cold thing for a black man |
He clocking more than you clock, so you let that 9' rain? |
True enough there’s a lot of drama in a ghetto story |
And a lot of tears, but that comes with the territory |
That’s why you got to keep the game on the shelf |
And by all means, look out for your legitimate work |
So let me put you up on the scoop, because suckers like to swoop |
Before you know it you got caught up in the pimping |
And ain’t nothing you can do to pay the price |
Like innocent people I know with 25 to life |
It’s got me caught up, stuck, trapped in a corner |
But it’s Westside for life, I’m representing California |
And anybody who lost a loved one |
Rappin' 4-Tay and Rag Top |
We too willing not to feel you |
May you rest in peace |
My dedication |