Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Platinum Plus, artist - Ruff Ryders. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Platinum Plus |
| Jermaine dupri |
| Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell em who we is) yeah, yeah, yeah |
| They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up Freessshhh from the floor up and ya know what? |
| Im sick wit it the shit dont slow up Ima see it, want it, drop it, cop cat |
| Get it, stay on it, dont stop cat |
| In the big chair wit the big hat screamin «yall wanna floss wit us? |
| «Where the fuck you at? |
| from the south side, ruff ryde |
| No one will fuckin wit us, is a done deal |
| And yall gotta hate huh? |
| cuz its to much weight for one |
| And yall aint havin no fun |
| Got a whole beat team tryin to do what I do Whole street team tryin do what I do Like what? |
| double countin me out? |
| Forget it, Im the best that ever done it, need to check and reck |
| Jd and cross together |
| (uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this |
| All out, make ya dance til ya fall out |
| So so def make it hot to death |
| You aint platinum plus? |
| you aint fuckin wit us Ruff ryders, be on tours for this |
| All out, make ya dance til ya fall out |
| So so def make it hot to death |
| You aint platinum plus? |
| you aint fuckin wit us Cross |
| Now, money aint never been a thing ta me Im down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3 |
| Ot, I got cake with a c and a d On the wrist is a ice band capitol b, |
| Small v Im fuckin with the don chi chi |
| Im a p-i-m-p, you cant tempt me (uh) |
| Check the ice and the clarity, its cake like the lottery |
| Playa dont lie ta me, your stash couldnt cover me What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie |
| Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen |
| I like short-a-y, but I wouldnt, mind her cousin |
| Its a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin uhh!!! |
| Jd and cross together |
| (uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this |
| All out, make ya dance til ya fall out |
| So so def make it hot to death |
| You aint platinum plus? |
| You aint fuckin wit us Ruff ryders, be on tours for this |
| All out, make ya dance til ya fall out |
| So so def make it hot to death |
| You aint platinum plus? |
| You aint fuckin wit us Ma$e |
| Cmon, cmon, cmon we be the best harlem niggaz 80s to lately |
| Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z |
| Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me Im the best that ever did it, got a way wit it Put grannie on the stand, shell never say who did it Im from where, even |
| the gangstas live to, |
| Make a mil. |
| on the stoop, every summer switch boots |
| Cats change they name, to phil like a giant |
| I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment |
| This is for cats hummin crack, bitchin and parkin |
| All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts |
| Got a brother doin life, to see him is hard |
| Fuckin wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin wit sharks |
| My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds |
| Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds |
| Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head |
| And role miserable niggaz who cant wait to be dead |
| All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out wanna flow beyatch? |
| ! |
| Jd and cross together |
| (uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this |
| All out, make ya dance til ya fall out |
| So so def make it hot to death |
| You aint platinum plus? |
| You aint fuckin wit us ruff ryders, be on tours for this |
| All out, make ya dance til ya fall out |
| So so def make it hot to death |
| You aint platinum plus? |
| You aint fuckin wit us Cross |
| Uh, yeah swizz beatz we them niggaz in the streets all out, jd who you with? |
| double r mothafucka, uh uh-huh, yeah, yeah cross |