Play It Cool Lyrics - Singles - Grand Puba

Play it cool and move it slow 

The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip 

Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write 

I say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash 

Let's get this doe and still let niggaz know 

It's a lot of bad bitches in Atlanta 

New York is there and it's ripe for the killing 

I say hit me wit' a stack, let me live, let me do mine 

Let me be aight when I rest in the night 

If you want it, you can get it 

Don't make theatrics if you got soft tactics 

There's a lot of actors out there in the movies 

And even more actors in the rap game 

I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people 

So I won't confuse the words that I choose 

The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble 

Will make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish 

Known Alamo for 25 years 

So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef 

Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth 

No label could ever be able to stop me 

They might try to prop me, put me on promotions, but yo, fuck that 

Just give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny [unverified] 

(Real lust) 

[Unverified] 

Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel 

That I knew so well, check it out 

'Cuz money's what the two's all about 

Play it cool and move it slow 

Keep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy 

Hey, me and Doogie bag mad doe 

Wit' that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving 

(Move slow) 

So tell me what the fuck is it 

Weak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit 

Niggaz don't know on the D-low 

Me and my man Sadat is mad and we bagging doe 

(Cool) 

So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti 

Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn 

Of putting niggaz on ruin', coming stronger than Ewing 

I put the tic wit' the tac 'cuz I'm the knick wit' the knack 

So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack 

You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts 

Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit' the roach deluxe 

'Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do 

So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungalow 

Go and tell your mother, it's return of the blues 

(We can do it better) 

So fuck them others 'cuz I ain't trying to hear it 

Then if time and giving loot, I be fucking five women 

The location now, we don't even ask while 

Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by 

I'm cutting niggaz down like drive by 

Niggaz can't keep, 'cuz yo, money, your shit is dry 

Grand Puba, Stud Doogie 

This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on 

Play it cool and move it slow