I's a Playa

(*Russell Lee vocalizing*) [Dougie D] Chilling with my vatos, sitting back smoking on some vlahoes Peeping out all of the bitches, creeping up with the dub club carro Like a jalepeno, baby girl hot let me rub the el gato We can get away from here, to my place running to my casa del llamo Just you and me girl, we smoking choking blowing on weed girl Swanging our feet up, flipping on purple stuff up in a two liter Its me Dougie D yeah, and that's the way that we floss in Texas When it comes to being a playa, Dougie D can be nothing less, that late Night bumping and grinding, I'mma make sure that you gon reach your climate Ain't nothing but a young G, that's all that I can be and I'm shining Steady crawling on down and, while you be riding think you broads get chose Feeling on your titties when I'm riding on vogues, its jut the way the game goes P-I-M to the motherfucking P, pop my collar roll on up a sweet M to the motherfucking double A-B on sight, nigga go on chrome and creep Riding on down gotta get it crunk one time, everyday all day we gon shine I's a playa look I suppose, I just gotta be me and that's the way its going down [Hook: Russell Lee - 2x] I just gotta be a G, I just gotta be me You fucking with a thug, fa sho Catch me riding on chrome, late night in the zone I's a playa, I suppose [Trae] Peep game, pull out the lot we untamed Dropped in a drop with the missing top frame Pop the trunk, better read the light mayn Gliding your block, like a four do' airplane Lane to lane, when I tipping on eight fo's Crawling slow, but I be looking so thoed I's a playa, I suppose Sitting two deep late night, with a bad yella ho Everybody and they mama, trying to be like us I'm known to get fly, so Texas tough I got a 40-X, that I sit like a bus Ain't no stopping us, or they wanna be knocking us Like four 18's, coming up out the trunk Ready to beat the block, until they call the cops And if they call the cops, they better get they Glock And try to take me out, because it ain't gon stop Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray While swinging wild like my name Roy J. Jones Jr., guaranteed to do you When you step outta place, I'mma bring it to you Uh give it up, 'fore I three-piece suit you Screwed Up Click, never been no loser No competition, when it come to the Maab Hopping up out the slab, with a big black dobb No time to play, we get straight to the job I'm a thug and a pimp baby, I don't barge You can tell by the way, that I keep my grins Still on I-10, yelling out fuck friends M double A-B gotta make them ends So I'mma put it in your face one mo' gin [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] I'm a playa I suppose, so go on and come up out your clothes Really though, I don't give a damn about none of these hoes Wouldn't put a bitch, in front of a cold fo Wouldn't put a bitch, in front of my friend But I will run up in the bitch, if she bend On over, cause I run it out take it like a soldier And then I'mma put her out like doja, cause I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P AKA putting in my penis, and it ain't motherfucking V-A-J I-N-A and I ain't gon play, stabbing that oon and choking on hay Fin to have to put a brace on your pussy bone And then I'm gone I'm on my way, back in the street I'm on my grind, fuck being dull I gotta be on shine And I'mma be late never be on time, never call your cell, but you calling mine Cause you love it when I be behind, hit it with her broad I know she gon mind If a nigga bump I know she gon grind, pumping it punking until she crying But it ain't no commitment I'm out the do', Z-Ro the Crooked out Ridgemont 4 Not no punk and I'm not no ho, disrespect me and I'll tag your toe 1-8-7 I'm one of a kind gangsta, I put one in your mind But I'd rather put one in you for trying to, you wasting time [Hook - 2x] [Russell Lee] I just gotta be a G, I just gotta be me I just gotta be Russell Lee, ain't no sucking me (*voclaizing*) I just gotta be a G, my niggas and my thugs You fucking with some thugs (*vocalizing*)