Playa Hayta Lyrics - Singles - Saafir

It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt ya with my brain 

I'm the editor in chief, the leaf a rap a dope shit antique 

Rope kits for the hang time a heinous crime 

'Cause I drain his mind, open it up, ooh, not 

The same as mine not the same ass rhyme 

Nickel plated statements with nickel plated 

Knuckle faded faces, no matter what the race is 

I hope ya cockpit got shit I stock 

Hits inventory glorious, I owe me this 

I'm on my homies shit, the homeless shown 

This skill is real when I attack from the back 

I'll say a rhyme then pull your spinal cord from your torso 

More so or better 

Yet more or less it's not an option 

I'm coppin' a plea seizing a shop and hopin' a cop's 

A blow of the past if not, I'll be blowin' his ass away 

J Groove is on the cross, I'm the heavyweight fader of a playa hayta 

Analysis is deep, forever on the peep and I'm the best 

The crest of the ho shit, yeah 

You can't manifest destiny unless it's me 

Oh, you don't approve of my moves 

But I'm not starvin' for jargon, so save it 

My libido is the needle to the wax, I like to tax in 

Gazebos, surviving like a mac king, clever 

Never lacking when I'm stacking endeavors 

I try and try to tell fools 

That I've been through hell and my tools ain't the same 

As yours Coors light, that's what they're drinkin' 

Must be I'm wrong, yours is right 

That's why you're sinkin' in your own sight 

Nose is in my business, witnessin' your own fate 

Drownin' in your own lake of hate 

But I don't see no abstinent crabs in it 

Perverse perpin' after the salt I can 

Hear the rehearsal of a serpent, urgent 

'Cause you don't use your head when you shed skin 

Dead end for a playa hayta 

Charades, are played but I keep getting it in 

Large amounts because I be doin' 

These Hoogies' charge account like a banker 

I'm patient and I be waiting like an anchor 

To spank her then I get the softy sanka 

Coffee drinkin', breath stinkin', cheddar cheese 

Eatin' wheat germ, checker board pants 

Wearin' can't dance and you're starin' in 

My grill But you had a steak a nervous 

Twitch and you're a badly fake 

And I heard his bitch is gettin' around like Tupac 

Servin' niggas two at a time like she got 

Two cocks, new blocks she be conquering 

Zip codes, I rip ho's that be lappin' up 

Mark ass lames then charge it to the 

Game So he next time you step to me 

Like a defense attorney, ha, I'll fade ya 

'Cause you're a playa hayta 

From a real playa ' cause I play the game 

The same, not behind no dame 

So you can get these thangs