The definition of a playa hater:
A busta
A bitch with a dick
A violator of the Sixth Bar of the Mack Game
Busta with a complex
"Man, you know that nigga Khayree ****in Mac Mall out his money, man
You know that nigga Lay ain't gon' get paid
I heard Ray Luv in jail and shit"
Little old bitch-ass mutha****as
Mac Mall
Young Lay
Ray Luv
I'mma need y'all to come in, man
I need the whole Young Black Brotha Records line-up to come in
And spit some game to these lil' old bitches with dicks
Playa-hatin busta-ass nuthin-ass niggas
Now you nuthin-ass niggas check game
Hey playa, don't it be a point in your life
Where you just wanna smoke a mutha****a, man?
(**** yeah!)
Man you get to trippin on some of that wild shit
Hoes and flauntin shit
A nigga tryina kick back, man, you know
Be real about his fetti though
They all in a nigga mix
What's up, Mac Mall, Ray Luv
What's up, playas?
Hey man, that be them inner way-ass niggas, Lay
'Cause it's like this, man:
When my album came out, man
Next thing you know it's a million mutha****as in my face
Askin me so many questions
Shit...
Young Ray Luv, what's up man?
(Jealous-ass muthfa****as...)
Yo, we tryina come real about the fetti though
(Hell yeah)
That's right
Check this out
You know we all about that money, man
Got no time to be trippin on that stupid shit
Little old biaatch
Ah, it's goin down
(That's right)
But anyway
Who finna serve em some of that old pimp shit, man?
(I think Ray Luv)
Your nigga Young Ray Luv in the house
(I think I'm finna come on first)
Tell em mutha****as
[Verse 1: Ray Luv]
One mo' time for the streets of Killa Cali
Grew up on the dank and shootin' dice up in the alley
Back when niggas had names like Rock Tee, Chin and Butta
O.G. game from the mutha****in gutter
I guess it was cool when a nigga had no riches
'Cause niggas didn't P.H. and run they mouths like bitches
Much love for the hood, what up, nigga, where's my homies?
Show love for these niggas, but they ain't got no love for me
Jealous as **** when I got love from the Crest niggas
But all I get is mean mugs from you West niggas
Now that I think these mutha****as is so funny
Gon' peel a nigga's cap for a trick-ass nobody
(Mac Mall: You better check your heart and your brain, mayne
I think you niggas need to get up on some game, mayne)
Picked up on your hoe, I'm gettin jocked by your steady
All I want the money though, I'm all about my fetti
Nigga
[Chorus: Khayree & (Ray Luv)]
Money money money's all I know
I gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes
Money money money's all I see
You need to get some game and quit ****in with me
Moneeey (I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
[Verse 2: Mac Mall]
Now half of these niggas is falsified
The rest is full of mess, so they tend to hide
A lotta them is cowards who be actin hard
Some is tired-ass tricks who will never get far
Some is straight dopefiends tryina grind they lley
But they still pushin pebbles to this mutha****in day
Some start funk over hoes and blame it on somethin else
Them niggas need to check theyself
But the sucker that I hate the most
Is the busta full of envy, mad cauz he broke
Every night he be stressin, thinkin that his hoe wanna get me
I wouldn't **** her with yo dick, she ain't got nothin to give me
Cuz your nigga is broke, so hoe, I know you're starvin
So you won't have to worry about Mac Mall harmin
Your boyfriend and girlfriend relationship
I got my money and my cuddies, who needs a bitch?
Mac Mall will never get played
I'mma stay Ses ways
And you know I'm all about that money
[Chorus: Khayree & (Mac Mall)]
Money money money's all I know
(That's all I know, nigga)
I gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes
(**** them hoes and them niggas)
Money money money's all I see
(That's all I see in the Triple C)
You need to get some game and quit ****in with me
(Stop ****in with me)
Moneeey (I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
(Yeah, my nigga Young Lay, come serve them fools)
[Verse 3: Young Lay]
Gettin blimped with a tramp up on a [?] confusin what's right
To hide the doubt, so I grab my money and my lle', hey
Why do us youngsters be so nervous?
Niggas creepin all through these turfs
Plus these po-po's tryin to serve us, yeah
But I kick back and just act with my ****in clan
And kick that gangsta rap and spit about my gangsta macks
On rap tracks and spit for those that copy free
And give 'em they dap and tell 'em it ain't a day without drink and weed
G's get stacked, now who's a mack, yeah, the nigga shook ya
Ki's of crack get cut down, but but not by the cooker
But yo, the crookers, watchin me all the time
But I keep lookin and keep a nine by my spine
Or to my side, 'cause when I ride you'll never know
But if it's over some dough, Young Lay is quick to let it go
And let him know, nigga, that this is loc side
Home of the Mac, playa pros, squares run and hide
'Cause tonight we gonna do it just like this
But if your ho is choosin, nigga, the mic's in my fist
Some of this mixed with a whole lotta that
Old threw in with new, it made my fetti fat
[Chorus: Khayree & (Young Lay)]
Money money money's all I know
I gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes
Money money money's all I see
You need to get some game and quit ****in with me
Moneeey (I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti) Moneeey
Moneeey...Moneeey
Moneeey...Moneeey
Ah yeah
Youknowmsayin?
There it is right there
And there you have it, mutha****as
Straight mutha****in game
From three pimpin-ass young playin- ass mutha****as
Ray Luv, Mac Mall, and Young pimpin-ass Lay
Youknowmsayin?
They just touched it on that 6th bar of them 32 mutha****in bars
You mutha****in busta-ass niggas with complexes
Broke punk-ass mutha****as that always got your mutha****in nose into somebody else shit
Now what you need to be doin is gettin your own mutha****in game tight
You understand me?
And eh - youknowmsayin
Put some fetti in your own mutha****in pockets
'stead of runnin round here talkin bout what the **** is we doin, youknowmsayin?
'Cause we straight dwellin on the green
Ain't got no time for the in-between, youknowmsayin?
So all you busta-ass niggas
**** y'all, we all about the fetti, mayne
编辑于2023/05/11更新