| Song | Play My Cards |
| Artist | Kurupt |
| Album | Kuruption! |
| 作词 : Brown, Gilliam, Ransom, Wilson ... | |
| To, to, to, to the tic, to the, to the tic-tic, | |
| Slick Rick | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, | |
| Kurupt Young | |
| Gotti, hell yeah | |
| Raw Dawg, you know, you know me, | |
| Raw Dawg Assassin | |
| Comin at cha, baby, cat, kick it in, kick it in, pull up | |
| Soon as I park, shit sparks, spit fire, gang bang affiliation | |
| Retaliation, spit sparks, till shit's dark forever | |
| What's up, homie, why you walkin' up on me? | |
| Postin' up in the shade, we can draw or get paid | |
| You ain't movin' not a thing, homeboy | |
| Click 'em with automatics and automatic toys | |
| Bounce, rock, rollerskatin' | |
| Dippin' down the streets in platinum day tons | |
| I'm just a gee, oh yeah, that's me | |
| Don't forget it act like you knew it before | |
| I set itI put the needle on top of the wax | |
| Before, I turn around and burn everything to the ground | |
| I seen it comin' a fool over to the right gunnin' | |
| The homies whistled, we all draw pistols | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit | |
| Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit | |
| Everybody's got questions and shit | |
| Muthafuckas questionin' shit | |
| Worryin' 'bout me and my wife | |
| All I wanna do is live my life | |
| Raise up off me, homie | |
| Ease back softly, homie | |
| I'm a gee from the | |
| D.P.G.And no matter what you say you can't fuck with me | |
| Hey loco, | |
| I see you wanna loc out | |
| Coastin, movin' in locomotion | |
| In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin' | |
| Spittin, waiting for a shot to get called | |
| The homie spit a plot to us | |
| Then passed the 16-shots to us | |
| I got scams for hundreds of grammes | |
| Me and my man, me and my pistol a plan | |
| For about a whole ki load of some powder | |
| Stashin', dippin', dashin', smashin', tryin' to cash-in | |
| From the front to the back and packin' | |
| Pull the strap and start clappin' | |
| I'm about to move a little somethin' a little sumptin'-sumpin' | |
| For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin | |
| Hit the liquor store | |
| I wanna get paid | |
| A fifth of | |
| Hen then back to the shade | |
| What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up | |
| Let me get a toke, loc and let's raise up | |
| Punks stop and get popped when funk pop | |
| I'm worldwide while you thinking either he is or he's not | |
| International like [Incomprehensible] | |
| You can feel me in the real way | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Bitch |
| zuò cí : Brown, Gilliam, Ransom, Wilson ... | |
| To, to, to, to the tic, to the, to the tictic, | |
| Slick Rick | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, | |
| Kurupt Young | |
| Gotti, hell yeah | |
| Raw Dawg, you know, you know me, | |
| Raw Dawg Assassin | |
| Comin at cha, baby, cat, kick it in, kick it in, pull up | |
| Soon as I park, shit sparks, spit fire, gang bang affiliation | |
| Retaliation, spit sparks, till shit' s dark forever | |
| What' s up, homie, why you walkin' up on me? | |
| Postin' up in the shade, we can draw or get paid | |
| You ain' t movin' not a thing, homeboy | |
| Click ' em with automatics and automatic toys | |
| Bounce, rock, rollerskatin' | |
| Dippin' down the streets in platinum day tons | |
| I' m just a gee, oh yeah, that' s me | |
| Don' t forget it act like you knew it before | |
| I set itI put the needle on top of the wax | |
| Before, I turn around and burn everything to the ground | |
| I seen it comin' a fool over to the right gunnin' | |
| The homies whistled, we all draw pistols | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit | |
| Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit | |
| Everybody' s got questions and shit | |
| Muthafuckas questionin' shit | |
| Worryin' ' bout me and my wife | |
| All I wanna do is live my life | |
| Raise up off me, homie | |
| Ease back softly, homie | |
| I' m a gee from the | |
| D. P. G. And no matter what you say you can' t fuck with me | |
| Hey loco, | |
| I see you wanna loc out | |
| Coastin, movin' in locomotion | |
| In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin' | |
| Spittin, waiting for a shot to get called | |
| The homie spit a plot to us | |
| Then passed the 16shots to us | |
| I got scams for hundreds of grammes | |
| Me and my man, me and my pistol a plan | |
| For about a whole ki load of some powder | |
| Stashin', dippin', dashin', smashin', tryin' to cashin | |
| From the front to the back and packin' | |
| Pull the strap and start clappin' | |
| I' m about to move a little somethin' a little sumptin' sumpin' | |
| For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin | |
| Hit the liquor store | |
| I wanna get paid | |
| A fifth of | |
| Hen then back to the shade | |
| What you got, smoke, loc, let' s blaze up | |
| Let me get a toke, loc and let' s raise up | |
| Punks stop and get popped when funk pop | |
| I' m worldwide while you thinking either he is or he' s not | |
| International like Incomprehensible | |
| You can feel me in the real way | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh | |
| On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid | |
| Bitch |