I'm A Playa Lyrics - Paul Wall

Yessir, SwishaHouse! 

DJ Paul and Juicy J productions 

Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Maf-i-UHH! 

It's goin down 

Eighty-fo's (eighty-fo's) candy paint (candy paint) 

Switchin lanes (switchin lanes) sippin drank (sippin drank) 

It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me, these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout 

Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth 

Do's open, do's close, where's the camera I'll strike a pose 

I'm still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's 

The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip 

That purple drank is what I sip, in my cell phone keep a chip 

I'm talkin bid'ness I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin shrooms 

I'm from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump 

Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I'm on the prowl 

I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin down 

Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills 

SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what's the deal 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade 

We po' that purple drank straight up like it's that Kool-Aid 

We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid 

While you cry but ask how they givin up the fade 

Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen 

with the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene 

When hoes see me they sayin everybody ain't able 

Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table 

Juicy J, I'm the mayne, got the G's, fuck the fame 

See a lil' freak, run some game, and she goin I'ma take some brain 

I'm on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts 

I'm on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup 

I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court 

But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon' drink a lot and players smoke Newport 

Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up 

Nothin but self-made millionaires so you {?} can shut the fuuuuuuuuuck 

Photos 

I got a deep freezer up on my neck and sno-cones up in my ear 

A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm lookin somethin like a chandelier 

You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe 

Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat 

Where's the drank I'm runnin low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought 

But not to worry dough never doubt, I'll go to the doctor with a cough 

It's Paul Wall baby that's my name, fly like a plane what it do 

I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch 

Just like a midget I'm sittin low, and like a snail I'm crawlin slow 

Where's Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low 

Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud 

I'm chopped up by Michael Watts, it's Paul Wall baby that's what's up 

"I'm a playa, ain't no doubt, hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout" "I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa, I'm a playa..."