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Correct Cause Im A Playa Lyrics
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(feat. Pimp c) [Chorus] I keep my cup raised up, My nigga cause I'm a playa' Nigga cause I'm a playa' Nigga cause I'm a playa' My dollars stay stackin' Nigga cause I be mackin' Nigga cause I be mackin' Nigga cause I be mackin' [Chorus x2] [Pat] I'm just out here slangin' cd's Nigga, like ruffle rockers They rollin' hypnotized We quick to knock off your block uh Blastin' nothin but chalk uh Nigga we non stop uh Whippin' up this cream real mean, Like betty crocker The guts icy white And leather is what I'm likin' Pull up, chrome rims Them holla she must be dykin' Like she don't see them colors change Colors on my paint job Just like all them colors On my ice in my wrist watch Pimps got, nothin' but some conversation for some dough Slangin' these words out my mouth Like I'm sellin' snow Tellin no lies, compromise Only cheese wise If you try to cross real killers Then you must die [Chorus x2] [Pimp c] Macaroni, pretty toni Snow, I keep it poppin' Move it to the internet Keep that pussy droppin' Mop it up, slop it up See the ball, chop it up Whoof it up Sit down on that knee I fin to push it up If the game was over I'd get me some work and cook it up Wanna show this rookie up You wannabe now hook it up We run the streets, I seen a part Up in this shit I took it up She wanted me to hit her pussy I'ma go off in her butt What you gon' do When that thang go to fightin' I'ma lay it deep off in them hoes Them hoes be boppin' Tellin' me to stop a bitch I ain't fin to stop it Your pussy is a pit bull, bitch Down and lock it Fuckin ride with me I knock your thang up out a socket Your hoe wanna look at me Your bitch is out of pocket Flyin' in the bentley Get me sucked just like a rocket Pimp-c bitch I got a zoo off in my closet [Chorus x2] [Pat] Crusin' chessie aveneue, in the hood It's a sunny day Jonesed out walkin', mini skirts Let the bunnies play Money stay, in a niggas' pocket Wrapped in rubber bands Seven hun-ed ones with my seve-ty benjimans Understand, got the hollow jackets In the barrel-rel Make a wild nigga wanna walk The straight and narrow-row My dogs strapped, on point Guard be like the fed'ral-ral A hundred shots Comin' out the mouth of the calico Ye know, man a nigga lose What he gon' do I'm lookin' for some beef But the kind at a barbecue Comin' through, lookin' old school Box chevy thang Ride 22's on you foo's Let the system bang I keep my cup raised up... (raised up, raised up)
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