Young Playah

Song Young Playah
Artist Mac Dre
Album The Musical Life Of Mac Dre Vol. 2

Lyrics

Kick back while I romp, rap, perk, and get keyed I got a fifth of heem and some hurt ya dick weed Taking fat sips of the hennesey And if I ain't drunk now, I'm finna be It's the cold crest capper on the microphone Making sucka sounding punks straight leave it alone From the G-H-E-TT-O, land of the freaky hoe Where niggas get the cock, bust a nut, say beep me hoe No time for kickin' it, niggas be dickin' it No money for movies hoe, so don't even mention it 'Cause times are too rough, it's hard to do stuff The crack'll slack, I need to try some new stuff I need to start packin', dressin' in black and Come out after 12 with my gat and start jackin' Cars with beat, taking money from freaks And even jack that motherfucka on the corner who geeks I gotta survive and try to stay alive hoe Life is like cracker jacks but money's the prize though 24-7 on a get mail mission Times are getting crazy but you don't listen Young brothas grow up, become tight and thangs Just a few close niggas the rollers call 'em a gang I can't understand how these devils think I need to get my nine and cold take me a drink And get sick with it, they can't get with it They need to eat my ass, and suck some dick with it... One more time back at you With a nice smooth beat to rap to It's young MD from the romp baby And I'm on my way to the top baby I got a one way ticket, there's not return And sucka MC's better wait your turn 'Cause I'm a fly young brotha with a gift of gab And bitch don't let it get ya mad I be straight shift strikin', and never would I be hikin' Lots of dank, and lots of drank is what a nigga be likin' Straight romp bandit, the rollers can't understand it When they run up in my house and come out empty handed UGH, they can't touch Dre 'Cause I'm a cold crest creeper makin' much pay Doin' it the only way I know how And these many of styles, got me on top of the pile Makin' M-A-I-L, hear what I spell Rollers try to keep me in they J-A-I-L But I B-A-I-L, spending my mail Just to get out of the C-E-LL... Last... but not least Mac muthafuckin' Dre is on the mic G Listen party people as I get dumb I got stupid dope lyrics let me spit 'em It's the riggity riggity riggity romp stizzar You know hoes wanna ride in my cizzar But none never ever get fizzar Maybe 'til there is no stizzar 'Cause it's P-I-M-P-I-N-G Hoe come pay me my money 'Cause the D-I-C-K don't come free As long as I got you I won't slang the D 'Cause I'm too damn vicious, you can't get with this You won't get kisses, you'll just get dick bitch It's MD on the mic hoe And never say never 'cause you might blow For some of you hoes it might take some time But when I spit that rhyme and cold blow your mind Fuck you for a while then take a nap Then you're waking me up blowing me off the map Put on my clothes and I'm on my way And you wish you wouldn't've fucked with the mac named Dre... "and my number one rule is run up through it"