Why U Playin Lyrics
| Song | Why U Playin |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | Da Good da Bad & da Ugly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, Gilmour, Jordan, Vaughn ... | |
| Ain't no sense in you bullshittin | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| You know the way that we do niggas | |
| So what the fuck is you playin? (2x) | |
| [ verse 1: scarface ] | |
| Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a come-up | |
| Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto-mach | |
| Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin | |
| Assumin that nobody can hit him, i've come to get him | |
| I'm starvin, it's 3 o'clock in the mornin | |
| Wakin you up out your sleep without a warnin | |
| Good morning, i come to get you for your digits | |
| Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it | |
| Nobody speakin, don't blink, i probably think somebody reachin | |
| You make a move, i leave your body leakin all weekend | |
| Take me to the safe, and i can get you for your bucks | |
| Or i can shoot this muthafucka up, i don't give a fuck | |
| You make the call for all of y'all | |
| You can use your brains to think with, or i can leave em hangin on the wall | |
| What you do when a nigga come through with game too | |
| Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you | |
| A pastor will introduce you to this casket | |
| Bullshittin me gon' get you blasted | |
| [ chorus: scarface ] | |
| We got the powers that move niggas | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| You know the way that we do niggas | |
| So what the fuck is you playin? | |
| We got the powers that move niggas | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| [ verse 2: willie d ] | |
| Nigga, i be crunk-crunk when it jump-jump | |
| Leavin muthafuckas slump-slump | |
| In a trunk-trunk, i pump-pump | |
| Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked | |
| Stop prayin for this muthafucka, he ain't gon' make it | |
| You have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome | |
| If anybody come lookin for him, tell him he gone | |
| Can't you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin around | |
| Can't you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin the ground | |
| It's goin down, when times are hard i feel like this | |
| Before i starve i'ma kill me a bitch | |
| Shit, i want that muthafuckin dope and the cash | |
| And i can take it out your pockets or your ass | |
| Don't make me blast | |
| The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled | |
| Cause i shoot you in your muthafuckin face and leave you horizontal | |
| My .45 signfies who's boss | |
| You play with me, i have your ass startin the news off | |
| Close your fuckin mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle | |
| Don't turn this robbery into a murder | |
| Unless you tired of livin, put your possession in my custody | |
| My finger's itchy, don't you fuck with me | |
| [ chorus: scarface ] | |
| [ verse 3: doracell ] | |
| Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning | |
| Oh, what it's all about, doracell is in your home and | |
| The pistol's in your mouth, nigga, and it's on and | |
| I represent that south, nigga, i bring it on and | |
| Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot | |
| ??? your baby and that bitch, i'ma shoot, and that's the truth | |
| My pistol piece up against the wig | |
| I ain'ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig? | |
| You baby-sit? nigga, i don't give a fuck | |
| A nigga fresh out of prison, down on my luck | |
| What's up, cold steel touchin on your dome | |
| Excellent chrome about to roam through your home | |
| Break yourself and i'm gone, it's all about the cheddar | |
| Nigga, ain't no sense in frontin, fool's livin better | |
| Nigga, plus i'm bigger, g.b.'s in this bitch | |
| Know what i'm sayin? i'm the muthafuckin man | |
| [ chorus: scarface ] |
| zuo ci : Dean, Gilmour, Jordan, Vaughn ... | |
| Ain' t no sense in you bullshittin | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| You know the way that we do niggas | |
| So what the fuck is you playin? 2x | |
| verse 1: scarface | |
| Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a comeup | |
| Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your stomach | |
| Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin | |
| Assumin that nobody can hit him, i' ve come to get him | |
| I' m starvin, it' s 3 o' clock in the mornin | |
| Wakin you up out your sleep without a warnin | |
| Good morning, i come to get you for your digits | |
| Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it | |
| Nobody speakin, don' t blink, i probably think somebody reachin | |
| You make a move, i leave your body leakin all weekend | |
| Take me to the safe, and i can get you for your bucks | |
| Or i can shoot this muthafucka up, i don' t give a fuck | |
| You make the call for all of y' all | |
| You can use your brains to think with, or i can leave em hangin on the wall | |
| What you do when a nigga come through with game too | |
| Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you | |
| A pastor will introduce you to this casket | |
| Bullshittin me gon' get you blasted | |
| chorus: scarface | |
| We got the powers that move niggas | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| You know the way that we do niggas | |
| So what the fuck is you playin? | |
| We got the powers that move niggas | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| verse 2: willie d | |
| Nigga, i be crunkcrunk when it jumpjump | |
| Leavin muthafuckas slumpslump | |
| In a trunktrunk, i pumppump | |
| Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked | |
| Stop prayin for this muthafucka, he ain' t gon' make it | |
| You have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome | |
| If anybody come lookin for him, tell him he gone | |
| Can' t you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin around | |
| Can' t you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin the ground | |
| It' s goin down, when times are hard i feel like this | |
| Before i starve i' ma kill me a bitch | |
| Shit, i want that muthafuckin dope and the cash | |
| And i can take it out your pockets or your ass | |
| Don' t make me blast | |
| The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled | |
| Cause i shoot you in your muthafuckin face and leave you horizontal | |
| My . 45 signfies who' s boss | |
| You play with me, i have your ass startin the news off | |
| Close your fuckin mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle | |
| Don' t turn this robbery into a murder | |
| Unless you tired of livin, put your possession in my custody | |
| My finger' s itchy, don' t you fuck with me | |
| chorus: scarface | |
| verse 3: doracell | |
| Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning | |
| Oh, what it' s all about, doracell is in your home and | |
| The pistol' s in your mouth, nigga, and it' s on and | |
| I represent that south, nigga, i bring it on and | |
| Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot | |
| ??? your baby and that bitch, i' ma shoot, and that' s the truth | |
| My pistol piece up against the wig | |
| I ain' ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig? | |
| You babysit? nigga, i don' t give a fuck | |
| A nigga fresh out of prison, down on my luck | |
| What' s up, cold steel touchin on your dome | |
| Excellent chrome about to roam through your home | |
| Break yourself and i' m gone, it' s all about the cheddar | |
| Nigga, ain' t no sense in frontin, fool' s livin better | |
| Nigga, plus i' m bigger, g. b.' s in this bitch | |
| Know what i' m sayin? i' m the muthafuckin man | |
| chorus: scarface |
| zuò cí : Dean, Gilmour, Jordan, Vaughn ... | |
| Ain' t no sense in you bullshittin | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| You know the way that we do niggas | |
| So what the fuck is you playin? 2x | |
| verse 1: scarface | |
| Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a comeup | |
| Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your stomach | |
| Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin | |
| Assumin that nobody can hit him, i' ve come to get him | |
| I' m starvin, it' s 3 o' clock in the mornin | |
| Wakin you up out your sleep without a warnin | |
| Good morning, i come to get you for your digits | |
| Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it | |
| Nobody speakin, don' t blink, i probably think somebody reachin | |
| You make a move, i leave your body leakin all weekend | |
| Take me to the safe, and i can get you for your bucks | |
| Or i can shoot this muthafucka up, i don' t give a fuck | |
| You make the call for all of y' all | |
| You can use your brains to think with, or i can leave em hangin on the wall | |
| What you do when a nigga come through with game too | |
| Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you | |
| A pastor will introduce you to this casket | |
| Bullshittin me gon' get you blasted | |
| chorus: scarface | |
| We got the powers that move niggas | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| You know the way that we do niggas | |
| So what the fuck is you playin? | |
| We got the powers that move niggas | |
| What the fuck is you sayin? | |
| verse 2: willie d | |
| Nigga, i be crunkcrunk when it jumpjump | |
| Leavin muthafuckas slumpslump | |
| In a trunktrunk, i pumppump | |
| Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked | |
| Stop prayin for this muthafucka, he ain' t gon' make it | |
| You have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome | |
| If anybody come lookin for him, tell him he gone | |
| Can' t you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin around | |
| Can' t you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin the ground | |
| It' s goin down, when times are hard i feel like this | |
| Before i starve i' ma kill me a bitch | |
| Shit, i want that muthafuckin dope and the cash | |
| And i can take it out your pockets or your ass | |
| Don' t make me blast | |
| The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled | |
| Cause i shoot you in your muthafuckin face and leave you horizontal | |
| My . 45 signfies who' s boss | |
| You play with me, i have your ass startin the news off | |
| Close your fuckin mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle | |
| Don' t turn this robbery into a murder | |
| Unless you tired of livin, put your possession in my custody | |
| My finger' s itchy, don' t you fuck with me | |
| chorus: scarface | |
| verse 3: doracell | |
| Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning | |
| Oh, what it' s all about, doracell is in your home and | |
| The pistol' s in your mouth, nigga, and it' s on and | |
| I represent that south, nigga, i bring it on and | |
| Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot | |
| ??? your baby and that bitch, i' ma shoot, and that' s the truth | |
| My pistol piece up against the wig | |
| I ain' ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig? | |
| You babysit? nigga, i don' t give a fuck | |
| A nigga fresh out of prison, down on my luck | |
| What' s up, cold steel touchin on your dome | |
| Excellent chrome about to roam through your home | |
| Break yourself and i' m gone, it' s all about the cheddar | |
| Nigga, ain' t no sense in frontin, fool' s livin better | |
| Nigga, plus i' m bigger, g. b.' s in this bitch | |
| Know what i' m sayin? i' m the muthafuckin man | |
| chorus: scarface |
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