Playa Wit Game Lyrics by Master P

Playa Wit Game Lyrics

    Master p:
    '73 caddie with the top dropped
    Gold thangs as he spined up out the parking lot
    Who he was?
    I couldn't see
    But i knew one day that would be me
    Had more game than the average bro'
    And he was smooth when he was talkin' to the ladies though
    Straight killa, i mean for real 'a
    He kept his cash in the top of his brilla
    I mean his dime was tilt to the side
    And when he walked on the turf it was swowl, i mean smooth
    Striaght fool, got more bitches than payless got shoes (damn)
    I guess i got my game from an og
    It's the 90's and everybody know p
    Independent but can't be stopped
    But how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
    Cause i'm tru to this
    No limit, my click we ain't new to this
    King george, young silkk, and cali g
    Big ed, c-murder, and master p
    Gettin' paid in the rap game
    Some real players, from the streets man (from the streets man)
    Just a player with some game man
    Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man

    Simply dre':
    If it don't make dollars, don't make sense
    I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends
    If it don't make dollars don't make sense
    I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends

    Master p:
    Tryin' to get it
    Got to get it
    Got to have it
    Might steal it
    Might take it
    Got to have it
    Got to grab it
    Let me have it

    Simply dre':
    I'm just a playa with some game, oh?
    Master p (silkk the shocker):
    A g to the heart out to get a grip
    (but silkk has got your back in case y'all just might slip)
    Come one come all, that's how we ball
    (so hop in your ride and i'll meet you at the playa's ball)
    That's how we roll
    (easy come, easy go)
    Don't have your pass
    (then y'all won't be gettin' in the door)
    See it's a playa's thing
    (and it's a g thing)
    And we gon' party all night, and drink champagne
    (don't need no carriage)
    Straight savage
    (you know us playas in the bay, you know we livin' lavish)
    Parlayin', not playin', east bay hustlers getting' paid for what we
    Sayin'
    Were movin' young flakes up to the street
    Across the world, ship for smg
    Down south, to the east coast, from the west coast to rich and million
    People
    Og's puttin' in work
    Like some brand new panties under halle barry's mini-skirt
    Still hoo-ride, with that gangsta beat
    Short spice got theirs i want mines g
    Still got love for my folks
    Lil' ric, e-a-ski, and sonya c
    Big worm, young ric, b-boy, mac spoon, my whole click
    Og's gotta come fat
    Put the town on the map
    The whole richmond got my back
    Just some playa with some game man
    Gotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it man

    Simply dre':
    If it don't make dollars don't make sense
    I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends
    If it don't make dollars don't make sense
    I'm just a playa in the game tryin' to get ends

    Master p:
    Got to get it
    Got to have it
    Might steal it
    Got to take
    Got to grab it
    Cause you know i've got to have it

    Simply dre':
    He's just a playa with some game
    Talkin' 'bout master p

    Master p:
    A real playa gone, put to rest
    Kv ain't too cool to wear a vest
    Playa haters, caught 'em on the back street
    Before he left me, this is what he said g

    King george:
    Check this out youngster
    The game is only thick as you want it to be
    Playas don't die, we multiply
    There's a million playas around the world
    ??? only playa haters fall off
    You see what i'm sayin'? (i see what ya sayin' man)

    Simply dre':
    You better listen

    Master p:
    Draped in gold (gold)
    Rollin' fo's (fo's)
    Caught light song as we roll to his funeral (to his funeral)
    It's a sad day, but we alright (alright)
    Lexus coupe, benz's, roll's tight
    Candy paint with the gold thang shinin'
    Hands out the window, i'm blinded by diamonds
    Like they say, all good things to an end
    Cause in the game you either die or go to the pen
    But when a playa die, he's to the playa ball (to the playa's ball)
    A big party in the sky waiting for us all
    So at the funeral, we don't cry
    Just talk to the younger players and hope that they realize

    Simply dre':
    Ya gotta keep your game tight, if ya wanna be a playa
    If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (no, no)
    If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (no, no)
    And ya heard it from a playa with some game (uh-huh)
    I'm just a playa with some game

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