8ball - Do What a Playa Do lyrics

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8ball - Do What a Playa Do lyrics

[Eightball] Yeah, we back again, baby E'body wanna do what a playa do But e'body can't do what a playa do You know what I'm talking 'bout Dre, Dre these fools wanna talk down on the playa man [Andre] Uh huh, uh huh [Eight] You know They don't know what I'm talking 'bout, though [Andre] Eh eh, tell them 'bout everything And how you're spose' to change When you get a little paper, huh? [Eight] Yeah, yeah man [Andre] Can't do that, not the real playa's [Eight] They hardly ever met a real playas [Andre] Space age for ya'll That's all, just a little bit of that space age [Eight] Yeah did you get that? [Andre] Ya'll that was it [Eight] Dre and Eight, Suave House [Eightball] Dig this, I hit the track with unbelievable raps Fadin' oncomers with that unconceivable crap We the tip-top playa's flipping real hip-hop In the drop top we all ballin' non-stop To the head baby, we keep (*edited*) don't trip Think it over baby we toss (*edited*) so don't slip [Andre] Hold it down, Ball [Eight] Yeah, Dre, we gotta come real Let the whole damn world know the whole damn deal From the mic to the backey to the D-A-3 Eight gotta represent that S-U-A-V-E D-R-E, chiefin' like a K-C chief We're the pitter pair, we complete d-mix beats, uh 1 - Now everybody wanna do what a playa do But everybody can't do what a playa do I see you playa All in the mix right I see you playa Yeah, I got my sh** tight Now everybody wanna do what a playa do But everybody can't do what a playa do I see you playa All in the mix right I see you playa Yeah, I got my sh** tight [Andre] From Hummers to a house Watching the chief's blow 'em out In between Arrowhead and Suave House no doubt From a playa to a southern play Ain't no competition When our opposition think we slippin But I ain't trippin' Catch a plane, switchin' trucks Coup's and Lex Tone paper stacks, bustin' rhymes with Eight on tracks Ain't no holdin' us back, doin' our thing on this hip-hop scene For whatever it's worth, mamma raised me since birth To shake the earth and be a playa from the streets to the field And everytime I touch the mic give 'em something they can feel Like (*edited*) fantasies coming real in this battlefield I know you wanna do me but she do too Everybody can't do what a playa do [Eight] That's right, they can't do what a playa do Big wild and Dre, floppin' this sign, it's on you Chiefs Ya knowumsaying? Uh Repeat 1 Don't let the glitter hit your eyes And think that we ain't (*edited*) I was running (*edited*) before (*edited*) knew I could rap Railroad tracks, the fourty eight tracks and plats' God blessed me with the knack to hear a track and react South style, get buck and make the crowd get wild Livin in a strange universe, real life x-files Rock bottom from the gutter to a well known brotha Clipped up (*edited*) with the flow, straight bu*ta What up, paper lova, chip gripper, scale tippa' Verse bitta', flow flippa' Nobody knows what my twisted mind holds Mathematics and tactics for platinum flow's, uh Repeat 1 Yeah, you can't do what a playa do Suave House style, baby Space Age forever Eightball and Fat Man Do Dre, and every deals Repeat 1 until fade

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