Do What Playas Do Lyrics - Mase

[mysonne] 

Uhh (uhh) 

Wanna blow? (wanna blow? ) pretty tone (pretty tone) 

Suave house (suave house) eightball (eightball) tony draper (draper) 

All out (all out), murder (murder) 

Harlem world (harlem world), problem children (problem children) 

Y'all niggaz got problems (y'all niggaz got problems) 

Uhh (uhh) uhh (uhh) yo (yo) 

Now I can play with these hoes, or spray four-fours 

Whatever the situation, may call for 

I can sport linen, pimp hard, court women 

Have the ice, hand to waves all spinnin 

Or I can get in, to some real thug shit 

Armed robbery, slash, deal drug shit 

Peel slugs quick, cause I'm versatile 

I can ice grill, but I'm worse when I smile 

Expert with style, y'all give hoes cash 

All I give em, is hard dick and coke in they ass 

Bitch, move that, true playa, true dat 

Niggaz catch feelings, when they chick say, "who dat? " 

Representin from the bronx, to the dirty south 

Spittin drug flows, with my dirty mouth 

We got it all, from grams to eightballs 

Yeah we players, and refs, we make calls 

Chorus: eightball (repeat 2x) 

Now everybody wanna do what a playa do 

But everybody can't do what a playa do 

(I see you playa) all in the mix right 

I see you playa (yeah I got my shit tight) 

[eightball] 

Bring it to niggaz I don't be slippin on my literary 

Sick when I'm gone off that jane first name mary 

Eightball, ain't no other like this southern brother 

Crazy motherfucker, pooh butt booty duster 

Never been a point shaver or a hoe saver 

Just a weed craver, suave house assassinator 

To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the house bitch 

Gold in the mouth shit, straight south shit 

Orange mound slow the flow down to pull the fo'-pound 

Beat a hoe down, and fall up in the club to' down 

I like them dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar 

Thick yella cinderella, hair shop scholar 

Pimp shit, and i'ma keep it straight +space age+ 

Every year, turn the book of life to a new page 

Kick rhymes hotter than texas in july 

Suave house playa til the day that I die, uhh 

Chorus 

[mase] 

Sauve house motherfucker, all out motherfucker 

Wanna blow motherfucker? team nigga til I'm low motherfucker 

Yo, I went from o-t to o-c to all the paper 

Leads to fatigue then ? the gators 

If ain't about the money nigga? call me later 

How many niggaz talk benzes? seen them one 

Not videos and picture shit, those don't count 

I'm the nigga talkin millions and, own the amount 

Mr. frosty, the nigga never fold for chips 

When the money on the line bitch I roll trips 

Cut a bitch off for a week and let her know what she miss 

Hundred grand worth of shit nigga glow on my wrist 

Bought a range just to go with the six 

When I flip for these chips, shit is never over a bitch 

You got some nerve, I can give a kiler one word, get em 

You will see how many niggaz miss him 

I put pellets in the air let the shit hit em 

Put the gun inside his mouth and let the clip kiss him 

Shit you drive all tinted, I put my honey in it 

Won't, stop your bank, ain't enough money in it 

Live a lifestyle rarely told, what you know about 

Floatin down eighth, gettin head in the rolls 

You had, money like that you wouldn't be measurin those 

You motherfuckin barely sold, barely gold 

Niggaz send it rough I send it back the same way it came 

You ain't dissin me until you say my name, motherfucker 

Chorus