Текст песни Mac Mall - Playa Tip
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Is this muthafucka on?(Check-check 1-2Yeah bitch, go check your muthafuckin pussYeah, this`s your homeboy Jay from the Romper Room Crew We just lounge here in the Country Club right about nowYou know what I`m sayin?But now I`m gonna pass this to my young dog Mac Mall)[ VERSE 1 ]Passin Mac Mall the mic is like lighting a fuse To a fat pipe bomb in a packed-ass roomFull of broke pimpetrators who be all tryin to disAnd them hairshop hoes playa-hatin for the dickNow naw, I can`t forget all them rumour-spreadin tricksChocolate nuts for your mouth when this dope album hitsLike a ??hoe?? out of China, ballers say I am a timerCause I was shootin game since I was a minorSome of these rappers is liars, candy-coated and shitCounterfeit-ass nigga, you can`t blow up in this shitI went from bein broke to havin fat accounts>From Ben Davis to wearin clothes you can`t pronounce>From spittin lines to the ladies to bust the game to a bitchFirst they hung up in my face, now I got em doin flipsSo when my cuddies ask, "Mall, you stress offa what suckers say?"I tell em, "Naw folks, it`s all in the game"[ CHORUS ] I`m comin up on the playa tip Your boy done bubbled, so be prepared for some major shit Nigga, we comin up on the playa tip (So shake them squares and start chosin on some playas, bitch)[ VERSE 1 ]Still got a Tec-9 in my cream creased DockersHang with big timers, hustlers and bank-robbersPlayers who be real about they money, you knowMy dick get harder with every dollar, so who needs a hoe?But sometime I like to get my tip ateAnd if you ain`t careful, it might be your bitch, maynV-Town hog, so I dog her like a doorway gapI`m from the Crestside, partner, and fool, we do em like thatOne-time, they be on me, cause my pockets is paroleySippin Hennessy not 40`s, stayin far from the phoneysFuck a homie, nigga, but you can be my cuddy, thoughYou got a microphone, some money, or a sack to rollIn the Country Club Crest we can have a choke festThem six figure-digits got a young mac possessedTo the point, if it ain`t about money, then it ain`t mandatoryI keep my business and pleasure in different categoriesCause once they mix, then you trip, man fool, you lost controlWent broke behind a punk-ass hoeNigga[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]Dome loaded, ripped off Hen`Hell of g`s addin up in my countin machineI count them endless dollars before I have a dreamOf a muthafuckin heist or a gafflin schemeP-89 Ruger with the red beamIs the tool I use when I let off steamI`m out here gettin famous, and you`re just a fiendThat`s why everytime you see me you be muggin meIs your system on that morphine?Now did your your lungs get sprung on the ice cream?Now playa-hatin niggas, this rap`s for y`allYou know I got a middle finger and a cap for y`allAs long as my name is young Mac-ass Mall This game won`t stop, won`t pause, won`t stallNow nigga, get rich, read a bitch and kill a snitchBut make sure your actin`s on the playa tipNiggaOn the playa tipYou knowYeah niggaWe live from the muthafuckin Country ClubYou know what I`m sayinSmokin the dank down to a nudAin`t even trippinWe got bitches all out here[Name] and shit, you knowAnt Banks all around this muthafucka burpin and fartin and shitI don`t knowWe just live it, boy