Master P - Playa Wit Game Lyrics
Master p:73 caddie with the top droppedGold thangs as he spined up out the parking lotWho he was?I couldnt seeBut I knew one day that would be meHad more game than the average broAnd he was smooth when he was talkin to the ladies thoughStraight killa, I mean for real aHe kept his cash in the top of his brillaI mean his dime was tilt to the sideAnd when he walked on the turf it was swowl, I mean smoothStriaght fool, got more *****es than payless got shoes (damn)I guess I got my game from an ogIts the 90s and everybody know pIndependent but cant be stoppedBut how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the topCause Im tru to thisNo limit, my click we aint new to thisKing george, young silkk, and cali gBig ed, c-murder, and master pGettin paid in the rap gameSome real players, from the streets man (from the streets man)Just a player with some game manGotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it manSimply dre:If it dont make dollars, dont make senseIm just a playa with some game trying to get endsIf it dont make dollars dont make senseIm just a playa with some game trying to get endsMaster p:Tryin to get itGot to get itGot to have itMight steal itMight take itGot to have itGot to grab itLet me have itSimply dre:Im 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 yall just might slip)Come one come all, thats how we ball(so hop in your ride and Ill meet you at the playas ball)Thats how we roll(easy come, easy go)Dont have your pass(then yall wont be gettin in the door)See its a playas thing(and its a g thing)And we gon party all night, and drink champagne(dont 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 weSayinWere movin young flakes up to the streetAcross the world, ship for smgDown south, to the east coast, from the west coast to rich and millionPeopleOgs puttin in workLike some brand new panties under halle barrys mini-skirtStill hoo-ride, with that gangsta beatShort spice got theirs I want mines gStill got love for my folksLil ric, e-a-ski, and sonya cBig worm, young ric, b-boy, mac spoon, my whole clickOgs gotta come fatPut the town on the mapThe whole richmond got my backJust some playa with some game manGotta keep your game tight if ya wanna make it manSimply dre:If it dont make dollars dont make senseIm just a playa in the game tryin to get endsIf it dont make dollars dont make senseIm just a playa in the game tryin to get endsMaster p:Got to get itGot to have itMight steal itGot to takeGot to grab itCause you know Ive got to have itSimply dre:Hes just a playa with some gameTalkin bout master pMaster p:A real playa gone, put to restKv aint too cool to wear a vestPlaya haters, caught em on the back streetBefore he left me, this is what he said gKing george:Check this out youngsterThe game is only thick as you want it to bePlayas dont die, we multiplyTheres a million playas around the world? ? ? only playa haters fall offYou see what Im sayin? (I see what ya sayin man)Simply dre:You better listenMaster p:Draped in gold (gold)Rollin fos (fos)Caught light song as we roll to his funeral (to his funeral)Its a sad day, but we alright (alright)Lexus coupe, benzs, rolls tightCandy paint with the gold thang shininHands out the window, Im blinded by diamondsLike they say, all good things to an endCause in the game you either die or go to the penBut when a playa die, hes to the playa ball (to the playas ball)A big party in the sky waiting for us allSo at the funeral, we dont cryJust talk to the younger players and hope that they realizeSimply dre:Ya gotta keep your game tight, if ya wanna be a playaIf it dont make dollars then it dont make sense (no, no)If it dont make dollars then it dont make sense (no, no)And ya heard it from a playa with some game (uh-huh)Im just a playa with some game
