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Grand Puba

Genres: Hip-Hop

Playin The Game Lyrics - Grand Puba

[puba] 

I self lord and master 

 

Chorus: repeat 4x 

 

"you're playin a game.. it's all plain.." 

 

[puba] 

Uhh 

Here go the style to make the young girls smile 

They go wild when grand puba's on they radio dial 

Alamo hit me off with the butter cream 

Watch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams 

I'm gonna hit you where the drip go drop 

And make your whole body tickle as we smack the nine-nickel, so 

Here we come, here go that flow son 

I be the one who get it done and I ain't done until after honey come 

You see my flow is great, no greater 

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a motherfuckin playa hater 

Cause they hungry like wally gator 

Why jealous niggaz try? I ain't woody and this ain't woodpecker pie 

Is it cause who we be 

They hear us on the radio and see us on tv 

Or just, playa hate us, be undercover 

Jealous cause we mc brothers 

That's the way, it, goes 

You know it's 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on 

 

Chorus 

 

[puba - over chorus] 

Yeah 

Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin? 

Cause they don't understand, you know? 

Playin that game, yeah 

 

See I'm the type of guy that'll say - hey baby, let's get away 

Let's go somewhere far, dig it 

Cause i'ma put it on the mornin, if it's on it's on 

When I'm goin I'm gone, it won't stop the dawn 

But I be careful cause the monster be lurkin 

Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don't be workin 

Some stinkbox are like that park called jurassic 

Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid 

So if you're playin them games, you best be careful 

Don't let the 5-1-6 make you dareful 

There you go, feelin good, you're out of town 

And it's one of those nights, you feel like gettin down 

You ain't choosy on the honey you picked 

No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick 

So you get down for your crown to represent 

Honey's runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent 

There you go, slidin raw dog again 

Now you're singin new edition song, "is this the end? " 

 

Chorus (repeat to fade) 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group