| Song | Playa Man |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | The Black Bossalini (aka Dr. Bomb from Da Bay) |
| 作词 : Green, Paris | |
| Chorus: Spice 1 | |
| Can you love a playa man | |
| Can you love a playa man | |
| Can you love a playa man baby | |
| Can you really love a playa man [Spice 1] | |
| I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger | |
| Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin' | |
| I smokin' on some of that | |
| Crush nasty with a | |
| G limp It's the born to die the | |
| S-P-I Playa status since an | |
| OG since Lee | |
| High Sportin' a | |
| G hat with the short brim | |
| Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller | |
| Whatever you wanna calla | |
| Straight playa up in this game | |
| Puttin it down for all ya haters | |
| Killin' 慹m softly raisin' 慹m off me | |
| Keepin' it real so they can't fade me | |
| Up in the 9-sick | |
| I kick back and roll a | |
| Vega up Rollin with the | |
| Hennesy Champaign and | |
| Remmy up in my cup | |
| Livin' like a baller but | |
| I'm still a | |
| G Soakin up game in the | |
| East Bay street | |
| Stackin that fetti | |
| S-P-I-C-E | |
| Chorus [Spice 1] | |
| The game is deeper than | |
| Atlantis So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon | |
| You swimmin' at your own risk | |
| Cuz in the bay ain't no parana | |
| But you can get your body ate up | |
| When you get to flossin up in that | |
| Lexus potna | |
| Look what the tied washed in | |
| That's what the people say | |
| Spiggity One straight | |
| OG up out the dirty bay | |
| Straight out the water | |
| Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum | |
| So come on, come one and come on dem all | |
| And watch them bodies fall | |
| S-P-I-C-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow! | |
| Smile in your face all the while they wanna take your place | |
| I was strapped with a gun case | |
| But now I'm back out on the paper chase | |
| Spittin' 慹m game | |
| And I'm usin' my mouth piece like | |
| Ron O'Neil | |
| The G from back in the day | |
| They always say | |
| I spit the real | |
| Keepin' these haters out of my pockets | |
| And always watchin' my spine | |
| The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine | |
| Chorus [Spice 1] | |
| S-P-I-C-E be stackin fetti fetti | |
| See I be stackin' ballin' | |
| Since way way back in the day | |
| The bay area | |
| My play area | |
| Ain't no crips or bloods | |
| But if you cross game then | |
| I'm gone carry ya | |
| Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think | |
| Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa | |
| Poppin' the cork on champaign | |
| Hundred dollars a bottle | |
| We roll in benzes and coups as if we won | |
| Lotto Don't let me hear you talk bad about a playa name | |
| Cuz if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Green, Paris | |
| Chorus: Spice 1 | |
| Can you love a playa man | |
| Can you love a playa man | |
| Can you love a playa man baby | |
| Can you really love a playa man Spice 1 | |
| I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger | |
| Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin' | |
| I smokin' on some of that | |
| Crush nasty with a | |
| G limp It' s the born to die the | |
| SPI Playa status since an | |
| OG since Lee | |
| High Sportin' a | |
| G hat with the short brim | |
| Mr. giggitygangsta hustler baller | |
| Whatever you wanna calla | |
| Straight playa up in this game | |
| Puttin it down for all ya haters | |
| Killin' zhí m softly raisin' zhí m off me | |
| Keepin' it real so they can' t fade me | |
| Up in the 9sick | |
| I kick back and roll a | |
| Vega up Rollin with the | |
| Hennesy Champaign and | |
| Remmy up in my cup | |
| Livin' like a baller but | |
| I' m still a | |
| G Soakin up game in the | |
| East Bay street | |
| Stackin that fetti | |
| SPICE | |
| Chorus Spice 1 | |
| The game is deeper than | |
| Atlantis So homie don' t go in the water without your harpoon | |
| You swimmin' at your own risk | |
| Cuz in the bay ain' t no parana | |
| But you can get your body ate up | |
| When you get to flossin up in that | |
| Lexus potna | |
| Look what the tied washed in | |
| That' s what the people say | |
| Spiggity One straight | |
| OG up out the dirty bay | |
| Straight out the water | |
| Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum | |
| So come on, come one and come on dem all | |
| And watch them bodies fall | |
| SPICE comin' with that hard to kill a blow! | |
| Smile in your face all the while they wanna take your place | |
| I was strapped with a gun case | |
| But now I' m back out on the paper chase | |
| Spittin' zhí m game | |
| And I' m usin' my mouth piece like | |
| Ron O' Neil | |
| The G from back in the day | |
| They always say | |
| I spit the real | |
| Keepin' these haters out of my pockets | |
| And always watchin' my spine | |
| The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine | |
| Chorus Spice 1 | |
| SPICE be stackin fetti fetti | |
| See I be stackin' ballin' | |
| Since way way back in the day | |
| The bay area | |
| My play area | |
| Ain' t no crips or bloods | |
| But if you cross game then | |
| I' m gone carry ya | |
| Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think | |
| Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa | |
| Poppin' the cork on champaign | |
| Hundred dollars a bottle | |
| We roll in benzes and coups as if we won | |
| Lotto Don' t let me hear you talk bad about a playa name | |
| Cuz if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same | |
| Chorus |