(feat. Kim Morgan, Young Dru)

[Kim Morgan]

Mmmmhhhh...
Playa, playa
Ohhh....


[Verse 1: Jay Tee]
Bounced about a new pay

5-0-1 still saggin
Cup the volish, put it in a brown baggy
Cap stappin', strike it in my new nikes

See my partner Beleant on her sell is !@()s
San Jose (*##$es
East LA (*##$es

Common and play (*##$es
Man, I Lay your game (*##$es
You know this dick ain't free

But now its half price
And if your partner sell it coo' girl, I hit them twice
I make the nights

Specially when I'm off that gin
I got your bag (*##$, straking in the coverd inn
She be blowin'

[???] [???] and I flowin'
It's heavy hoein'
Mayn, you don't even know it

My cousin Dan, always represent the bay
No matter hell (*##$, %#@!, she still got topay
Straight cash, so why ain't got to pay taxes?

Showered up and jumped right back in my Air Maxes

[Refrain x2: Kim Morgan]

Playa playa perkin'
the lover you be workin'
You got a cadillac, a gang, a house

The only thing you love it the liquor stores

[Verse 2: Young Dru]

And when I pulled to the spot
All the (*##$es' panties get hot
And I let that top drop

and I don't think shine everytime I hit that block
I got that candy pain
Or the fat tips

Or the mission to pimp a bad (*##$
Young savage but ca(*##$
Hustelin' on and a half ritch

Lil right way
Till that %#@! so tight way
Toony shows

And pullin' these hoes
And gettin' here all the night way
$#&@ing with my Kid Foe Jay Tee

$#&@er that sucker hate me
Couse that (*##$ love me
You wanna $#&@ me

Couse I'm way too thuggy
but don't try to hug me
I'm not not your huggy

I'm a playa to come
Dog to the bus and [???] up
And @@#! what you play thug up

Tell your daddy that I raped you
But you know it ain't true
Don't try to haze

I got you one tape
$#&@ with me and my crew
It's Young Dru

You love the way I do what I do
Perk it off that brew
And big pimpin' ain't nuttin' new

Girl I'm a fool
And I'm on to keep this rap-%#@! crackin'
I spit some game

Get in your brain
And give you all what you laggin'

[Refrain x2]


[Verse 3: Jay Tee]
$#&@ the cliff
Playboy I'm off the curb
The only way to I'm a stop
If is worth to hurtin'

I talk bad
(*##$ don't make me get to cabbin'
All I'm known for is mackin' in a back shappin'
South LA
Beverly Hills to the cress

Hit rancho and put that road up on the test
She got scratch
Her daddy work at Tac' Bell
So why attach?
Kick back and stack mail


[Verse 4: Young Dru]
I'm off that gin and juice
Swat up in the 7 duece
I let you frost to drop your draws
(*##$ is hound'a guce

We gittn' wide and loose
Perkin' up in the back of the outless
Pant some brain your ankles
And young (*##$ I know where your lood is
He can't front how you gave up the cunt, hoe
So get the $#&@ out and pass me back my blunt, hoe
Hit the world and don't call me when you get there

I gives a $#&@ about a [???]
I'm a sick player

[Refrain x4]