Playa Man Lyrics by Spice 1

Playa Man Lyrics

    Chorus: spice 1

    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

    [spice 1]
    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 wanna 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
    Champaign 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-c-e

    Chorus

    [spice 1]
    The game is deeper than atlantis
    So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon
    You swimmin' at your own risk
    Cuz 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-c-e comin' with that hard to kill a blow!
    Smile in your face all the while they wanna 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

    Chorus

    [spice 1]
    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 champaign
    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
    Cuz if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same

    Chorus

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