| Can you love a playa man
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| Can you love a playa man
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| Can you love a playa man baby
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| Can you really love a playa man
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| I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger
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| Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin'
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| I smokin' on some of that Crush nasty with a G limp
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| It’s the born to die the S-P-I
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| Playa status since an OG since Lee High
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| Sportin' a G hat with the short brim
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| Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller
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| Whatever you wanna calla
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| Straight playa up in this game
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| Puttin it down for all ya haters
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| Killin' 'em softly raisin' 'em off me
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| Keepin' it real so they can’t fade me
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| Up in the 9-sick
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| I kick back and roll a Vega up
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| Rollin with the Hennesy
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| Champaign and Remmy up in my cup
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| Livin' like a baller but I’m still a G
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| Soakin up game in the East Bay street
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| Stackin that fetti S-P-I-C-E
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| The game is deeper than Atlantis
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| So homie don’t go in the water without your harpoon
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| You swimmin' at your own risk
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| Cuz in the bay ain’t no parana
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| But you can get your body ate up
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| When you get to flossin up in that Lexus potna
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| Look what the tide washed in
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| That’s what the people say
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| Spiggity One straight OG up out the dirty bay
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| Straight out the water
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| Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum
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| So come on, come one and come on dem all
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| And watch them bodies fall
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| S-P-I-C-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow!
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| Smile in your face all the while they wanna take your place
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| I was strapped with a gun case
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| But now I’m back out on the paper chase
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| Spittin' 'em game
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| And I’m usin' my mouth piece like Ron O’Neil
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| The G from back in the day
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| They always say I spit the real
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| Keepin' these haters out of my pockets
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| And always watchin' my spine
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| The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine
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| S-P-I-C-E be stackin fetti fetti
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| See I be stackin'
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| Ballin' cuz I’ve been hustlin' in this game
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| Since way way back in the day
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| The bay area
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| My play area
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| Ain’t no crips or bloods
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| But if you cross game we gonn' carry ya
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| Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think
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| Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa
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| Poppin' the cork on champaign
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| Hundred dollars a bottle
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| We roll in benzes and coups as if we won Lotto
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| Don’t let me hear you talk bad about a playa name
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| Cuz if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same |