Playa Man Lyrics - Spice 1

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Can you love a playa man 

Can you love a playa man 

Can you love a playa man baby 

Can you really love a playa man 

I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger 

Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin' 

I smokin' on some of that Crush nasty with a G limp 

It's the born to die the S-P-I 

Playa status since an OG since Lee High 

Sportin' a G hat with the short brim 

Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller 

Whatever you want to calla 

Straight playa up in this game 

Puttin' it down for all ya haters 

Killin' 'em softly raisin' 'em off me 

Keepin' it real so they can't fade me 

Up in the 9-sick 

I kick back and roll a Vega up 

Rollin with the Hennesy 

Champagne and Remmy up in my cup 

Livin' like a baller but I'm still a G 

Soakin' up game in the East Bay street 

Stackin' that fetti S-P-I-see-E 

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The game is deeper than Atlantis 

So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon 

You swimmin' at your own risk 

'cause in the bay ain't no parana 

But you can get your body ate up 

When you get to flossin up in that Lexus potna 

Look what the tied washed in 

That's what the people say 

Spiggity One straight OG up out the dirty bay 

Straight out the water 

Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum 

So come on, come one and come on dem all 

And watch them bodies fall 

S-P-I-see-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow! 

Smile in your face all the while they want to take your place 

I was strapped with a gun case 

But now I'm back out on the paper chase 

Spittin' ?'em game 

And I'm usin' my mouth piece like Ron O'Neil 

The G from back in the day 

They always say I spit the real 

Keepin' these haters out of my pockets 

And always watchin' my spine 

The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine 

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S-P-I-C-E be stackin' fetti fetti 

See I be stackin' ballin' 

Since way way back in the day 

The bay area 

My play area 

Ain't no crips or bloods 

But if you cross game then I'm gone carry ya 

Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think 

Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa 

Poppin' the cork on champagne 

Hundred dollars a bottle 

We roll in benzes and coups as if we won Lotto 

Don't let me hear you talk bad about a playa name 

'cause if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same 

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