Playa Perkin

[Kim Morgan] Mmmmhhhh... Playa, playa Ohhh.... [Verse 1: Jay Tee] Bounced about a new pay 5-0-1 still saggin Cup the volish, put it in a brown baggy Cap stappin', strike it in my new nikes See my partner Beleant on her sell is dykes San Jose bitches East LA bitches Common and play bitches Man, I Lay your game bitches You know this dick ain't free But now its half price And if your partner sell it coo' girl, I hit them twice I make the nights Specially when I'm off that gin I got your bag bitch, straking in the coverd inn She be blowin' [???] [???] and I flowin' It's heavy hoein' Mayn, you don't even know it My cousin Dan, always represent the bay No matter hell bitch, shit, she still got topay Straight cash, so why ain't got to pay taxes? Showered up and jumped right back in my Air Maxes [Refrain 2X: Kim Morgan] Playa playa perkin' The lover you be workin' You got a cadillac, a gang, a house The only thing you love it the liquor stores [Verse 2: Young Dru] And when I pulled to the spot All the bitches' panties get hot And I let that top drop And I don't think shine everytime I hit that block I got that candy pain Or the fat tips Or the mission to pimp a bad bitch Young savage but cabitch Hustelin' on and a half ritch Lil right way Till that shit so tight way Toony shows And pullin' these hoes And gettin' here all the night way Fucking with my Kid Foe Jay Tee Fucker that sucker hate me Couse that bitch love me You wanna fuck me Couse I'm way too thuggy But don't try to hug me I'm not not your huggy I'm a playa to come Dog to the bus and [???] up And cock what you play thug up Tell your daddy that I raped you But you know it ain't true Don't try to haze I got you one tape Fuck with me and my crew It's Young Dru You love the way I do what I do Perk it off that brew And big pimpin' ain't nuttin' new Girl I'm a fool And I'm on to keep this rap-shit crackin' I spit some game Get in your brain And give you all what you laggin' [Refrain] 2x [Verse 3: Jay Tee] Fuck the cliff Playboy I'm off the curb The only way to I'm a stop If is worth to hurtin' I talk bad Bitch don't make me get to cabbin' All I'm known for is mackin' in a back shappin' South LA Beverly Hills to the cress Hit rancho and put that road up on the test She got scratch Her daddy work at Tac' Bell So why attach? Kick back and stack mail [Verse 4: Young Dru] I'm off that gin and juice Swat up in the 7 duece I let you frost to drop your draws Bitch is hound'a guce We gittn' wide and loose Perkin' up in the back of the outless Pant some brain your ankles And young bitch I know where your lood is He can't front how you gave up the cunt, ho So get the fuck out and pass me back my blunt, ho Hit the world and don't call me when you get there I gives a fuck about a [???] I'm a sick player [Refrain] 4x