Young Playa Lyrics By Lil Wayne
Hehe, I'm a young playa ****
I get the game from the big timers
Who else? On the real **** (On the real ****)
Respect the game
'Cause I got the game
Y'all know who I is
Weezy come thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got the boom boom surround sound
Don't hate on me boy, if you do (Pow) get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'ma key runner man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand, give it to your wifey
And watch how she, on my pipey like a Icey
I might be in the Range tonight
Or I might be in the Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, it's cool, that's some change and shite
Ain't nothing
I ain't doing nothing if I-I ain't stuntin'
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming
Slow yo role lil one, you in Gladys' bar
And Ms. Pat and grey head over there
They in the back card gambling, at the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one
Broads I use 'em, haters I bluse 'em
My whole front grill is bigger than confusion
Got dammit
Weezy pulled up in a Porsche, expanded
The top was to the back, **** couldn't stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that
Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
Plus I bought all of my **** Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
Million dollar man baby, Ted DiBiase
Catch me sippin' on some Hen, maybe some Courvoisier
Sammy, Mario, Toddy Tez, that's my posse
And what
You might see me dippin' low in a Benz truck
Tell yo girl hello
I done did her, what you muggin' me for?
Keep playin' with me, I'll put a slug in yo do'
Now looky here, young blood
Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
Now keep doing what you doing, go head
Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
Lay with me boy I give you cancer like menthols
Cough up
Got a cat eye Benz on Brabus
They call us, uptown shiners
Original hot boys baby, big timers
I spit game
Get in they head, they be like quit Wayne
Half hour later, I'm in they split man
Hehehe, it be kicks man
Let me get real, I kill on the battlefield
Steal for the scrill
I will never leave my clique ****, I'm too trill
I'm a lil peep squeal
But I'm an ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted ****, I'm taking yo lover
I mean I'm raping yo lover, leave her taste in my rubber
I'm a playa ****, I'm a playa
