wanna do what a playa do But e'body can't do what a playa do You know what I'm talking 'bout Dre, Dre these fools wanna talk down on the playa man [Andre
it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim they bangin in gangs you a'int a crip like Snoop you a'int a blood like Game, see
It Like A Bat Yea Hit It Like A Bat Like Yea Mayne I'm High Like A Plane In The Back Of A G5 Got My Legs Bout A Mile High Got You Gripping On My Thighs
from the gate Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed Made a-made a lot of
til I'm walkin like a waddlin duck But I can step a straight line just to follow a buck I'm just lookin for a chicken who can swallow a nut Like a peacan
Girls ask me what my cologne is Steel Khakis and Coronas And I'm mackin' a donkey Flip the 4 and a half Do the vert and a left Bet da ave never seen banks
ass up because a nigga never had a chance They try to dance with a devil in the pale moonlight Advance on the level that they can't do right Lay hands
walk a straight line Why they tryin to take mine? I'm past +8 Miles+ of every state line Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts At the player's ball
jewelry, you make a fool of me I bring you diamond rings you say I'm bad at timing things So what's a man to do when all i hand to you is handed back
Just to pimp young b-boys With a cup full of yak, studio contact Maniac with a contract Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble About to do a
right, get down on the god damn ground now Fuckin move now (Let me take a shot at him) We're gonna do you like King [JD] What god damn King Rodney King
ain't the reason that I love this hoe, She used to do a funny little trick with my dick hole: She'd blow into it and make a wish, And my nuts would
Chorus] [Killa Sin] Come on a plea bargain for what, your honor? Nah yo I ain't do shit, the only thing I'm coppin' is a new whip The night it happened
? But don't nobody give a fuck, what'chu got to say Anyway ? what'chu fin to rap about? You never sold crack out'cha house; or put a gat to a mouth;
you a rapper, a NBA player Man, at least a dude wit' a car So first of all we gon' work on the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass! [Verse 1] 1 and
got bass Bottles on ice Haters gon' hate Baller don't care Baller's so straight Baller from the hood So Baller don't play Baller burn good What they prolly
