Play My Cards Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

(to) (to) (to) 

(to the tic) 

(to the tic-tic) --> slick rick 

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah 

kurupt young gotti 

hell yeah 

Raw dawg 

you know 

you know me 

raw dawg assassin 

comin atcha, baby 

cat, kick it in 

kick it in 

pull up... 

soon as i park shit sparks 

spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation 

spit sparks till shit's dark forever 

what's up, homie 

why you walkin up on me? 

postin up in the shade 

we can draw or get paid 

you ain't movin not a thing, homeboy 

click em with automatics and automatic toys 

bounce, rock, rollerskatin 

dippin down the streets on platinum daytons 

(yo, what up?) 

i'm just a gee 

oh yeah, that's me 

don't forget it 

act like you knew it 'fore i set it 

i put the needle on top of the wax 

before i turn around 

and burn everything to the ground 

i seen it comin 

a fool over to the right gunnin 

the homies whistled 

we all draw pistols 

gotta stay in charge 

gotta play my cards 

on the grind all day, babe 

oh, gots to get paid 

you got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit? 

cash to get, glocks to pop and shit 

(what you talkin bout?) everybody's got questions and shit 

(hey yo, what's up with...?) muthafuckas questionin shit 

(shut the fuck up, homie) worryin bout me and my wife 

(my wife) all i wanna do is live my life 

(that's all) raise up off me, homie 

(yeah) ease back softly, homie 

(check it out) i'm a gee from the d.p.g. 

and no matter what you say, you can't fuck with me 

hey loco, i see you wanna loc out 

coastin, movin in locomotion 

in the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin 

spittin, waitin for a shot to get called 

the homie spit a plot to us 

then passed the 16-shots to us 

Uh-u-uh 

uh-u-uh 

uh-u-uh 

i got scams for hundreds of gramms 

me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan 

for about a 

whole ki load of some powder 

stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in 

>from the front to the back, and packin 

pull the strap and start clappin 

i'm about to move a little somethin 

a little sumptin-sumpin 

for the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin 

hit the liquor store, i wanna get paid 

a fifth of hen, then back to the shade 

what you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up 

let me get a toke, loc, and let's raise up 

punks stop and get popped when funk pop 

i'm worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he's not 

international like [???] 

you can feel me 

in the real way 

Bitches, get your ride on, on 

Kurupt young gotti 

raw dawg 

Just get your ride on 

just get your ride on, homie 

My nigga battlecat 

ha-ha 

Just get your ride on, homie 

(to the tic-tic 

and you don't quit 

hit it) 

This is for the riders 

riders 

the riders 

Hustlers 

hustlers 

the hustlers 

This is the one, baby! 

(tic-toc) 

(ya) (ya) (ya don't) 

(ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don't stop) (stop) (stop) 

bitch 

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