Текст песни San Quinn - Playing By the Rules
San Quinn - Playing By the Rules слова песни
Get Low Playa, San Francisco, California, home is FillmoeCrooked cats, our neighborhood jacks, bare factsWe back, got scratch, no scratch, broke flatAbidin` by the rules, survivin` not to lose the game playedHustlers stayin` paid, hit the cuts doin` raidsSnitches is viscous, talkin` bout the guidelinesSlidin` down the side sidelines being blocked by the rollersHold up, hold on, it`s crucial in the drug zone with different mugs onGangstas, hustlers, playasMust us deal with bustas causin` ruckus for the come up?Violatin`, I`m just statin`, by the regulations you really should be playin`Instead of fakin`, man, that`s real hatin`Then we gettin` only the perpatratin`Chorus:I refuse to lose, I paid dues in the gameAnd won`t nuthin` changeTakin` tricks on worldwide trips ain`t my M.O.Fame came back from demosWhen I first enkindled with baby boo`s with new shoesNew doo`s and spandex dressesAll in the Hunter`s Point section of the cityPretty momma lookin` properBut she walkin`, tennis shoes talkin`Often cats stay scratched cuz they have no other leisureTime but to trust in a skeezerNot every lady, but I know a few diggersWho dealt with niggas cuz of they figures, and stripped `em cleanWith the 17 heat to the cheek, don` t speakCaught with a leak, drippin`, lay it downFolks is broke and playin` roundJokin`, get fooled not knowin` the rulesEverything ain`t cool cuz you got a piecePut away with ya own tool, now you deceasedLearn the rulesCHORUSHaters stop hatin`, playas keep playin`The hustle goes on, paper flows longMy grip`s so strong I cannot let go of ghetto activities, robberies and mobbin` deepBig Caddie`s 93, now what you tellin` me?Envy has you plannin` on spillin` meOnce a close comrade, blew bomb sacs togetherNow it`s mortal combat, you down for whatever?Switchin` outta jealousy, smilin` but backstabbin`Mack assassinatin` over the skills I be havin`Conversatin` with these hoodrats, should stack your paperSaltshaker, woof, the broad taker, wannabe gangstaGossipin`, followin` crowds, breakin` rules, way foulIt ain`t my style to be dealin` with chumpsOnly deal with the real scrill, put the real raps over real funkCHORUS