Playa lyrics

(feat. Russell Lee)[Russell Lee: vocalizing][Dougie D]Chilling with my vatos, sitting back smoking on some vlahoesPeeping out all of the bitches, creeping up with the dub club carroLike a jalepeno, baby girl hot let me rub the el gatoWe can get away from here, to my place running to my casa del llamoJust you and me girl, we smoking choking blowing on weed girlSwanging our feet up, flipping Don Perion up in a two literIts me Dougie D yeah, and that's the way that we flossing listenWhen it comes to being a playa, Dougie D can be nothing less, that lateNight bumping and grinding, I'ma make sure that you gon reach your climateAin't nothing but a young G, that's all that I can be and I'm shiningSteady crawling on down and, while you be riding think you broads get choseFeeling on your titties when I'm riding on vogues, its jut the way the game goesP-I-M to the motherfucking P, pop my collar roll on up a sweetM to the motherfucking double A-B on sight, nigga go on chrome and creepRiding on down g
otta get it crunk one time, everyday all day we gon shineI's a playa look I suppose, I just gotta be me and that's the way its going down[Chorus x2: Russell Lee]I just gotta be a G, I just gotta be meYou fucking with a thug, fa shoCatch me riding on chrome, late night in the zoneI's a playa, I suppose[Trae]Peep game, pull out the lot we untamedDropped like a jaw, with the missing top framePop the trunk, better read the light maynGliding your block, like a four do' airplaneLane to lane, when I tipping on lane fo'Crawling slow, but I be looking so thoed I's a playa, I supposeSitting two deep late night, when I'm with the hoeEverybody and they mama, trying to be like usI'm known to get fly, so Texas tough I got a 40-X, that I sip like a busAin't no stopping us, or they wanna be knocking usLike four 18's, coming up out the trunkReady to beat the block, until they call the copsAnd if they call the cops, they better get they glockAnd try to take me out, because it ain't gon stopSideways in
the drop, pour lean like barI must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over grayWhile swinging wild like my name Roy J. Jones Jr., guaranteed to do youWhen you step outta place, I'ma bring it to youUh give it up, 'fore I three-piece suit youScrewed Up Click, never been no loserNo competition, when it come to the MaabHopping up out the slab, with a big black dobNo time to play, we get straight to the jobI'm a thug and a pimp baby, I don't bargeYou can tell by the way, that I keep my grinsStill low on tens, yelling out fuck friendsM double A-B gotta make them endsSo I'ma put it in your face one mo' gin[Chorus x2][Z-Ro]I'm a playa I suppose, so go on and come up out your clothesReally though, I don't give a damn about none of these hoesWouldn't put a bitch, in front of a cold folkWouldn't put a bitch, in front of my friendBut I will run up in the bitch, if she bendOn over, cause I run it out take it like a soldierAnd then I'ma put her out like doja, cause I'm a motherfucki
ng P-I-M-PAKA putting in my penis, and it ain't motherfucking V-A-JI-N-A and I ain't gon play, stabbing that oon and choking on hayFin to have to put a brace on your pussy boneAnd then I'm gone I'm on my way, back in the streetI'm on my grind, fuck being dull I gotta be on shineAnd I'ma be late never be on time, never call your cell, but you calling mineCause you love it when I be behind, hit it with her broad I know she gon mindIf a nigga bump I know she gon grind, pumping it punking until she cryingBut it ain't no commitment I'm out the do', Z-Ro the Crooked out Ridgemont 4Not no punk and I'm not no hoe, disrespect me and I'll tag your toe1-8-7 I'm one of a kind gangsta, I put one in your mindBut I'd rather put one in you for trying to, you wasting time[Chorus x2][Russell Lee]I just gotta be a G, I just gotta be meI just gotta be Russell Lee, ain't no sucking me[voclaizing]I just gotta be a G, my niggas and my thugsYou fucking with some thugs[vocalizing]