Big Flock - Play Around lyrics

Whoa, Yeaa! (Whats Goody) Whoa, Yeaa! (Thraxxx) Ehhhh! [Verse: Big Flock] Mac Dre just hit my phone Said "Hey Flock we got an emergency" I'm f**ed up and I know a plug That we can tax for all of his currency Big Flock Slim I know heard of me I know none of y'all know me personally I do surgery, till you burgundy And now on the run for some burglaries n***a face down and gimme money Play around me get semi dummy Got plenty choppas, hold a hundred somethin And we shoot them choopas, them n***as finger gunnin Just tryna f** not tryna finger nothin Unless I finger a black pretty woman Cuz my finger itchin and hear the snitchin And let it roar like the engine runnin Better wash your face if you dont want bumps Gotta f**in oowop that'll knock out your front Got me a 40 that'll knock out your back And I need all cheese, n***a thats not cash Why you wifin her you know thats not your b**h She saw my baby leg, she said thats not your dick I roll down my Diesels then I got your b**h Her legs spread out like some gauchos b**h She like my tattoos and I'm outspoken She said I'm the only real n***a like I was a token n***as say they pop mollies, them n***as pop Motrin You think you cut-throat then a n***a might choke you We only need the bread so we caught his a** loafin Dre wet him up, man that n***a supersoaked him Smokin on potent, gas got me croakin Gotta icey n***a we gone leave his a** frozen I been surrounded by dope boys Seen my first pound about 13 I let my nuts hang and my gun bang I'm with the beard gang pound 13 Now all my n***as hold that yoppa Yea they clappin down like the twerk team If I my fever when I seen Young Feva Instead of whippin, I would've murked heem Catch a rat, chop the rat, cut off his f**in tail Cut the tongue out the rat I bet he'll never tell Too much work just came in I need another scale And my phone let it ring thats another sale 100 shots in the chop thats a lot of shells Endless heat knocked out the meat , out his taco shell Dead bodies, different races thats a lot of smells Hit the plug every week he take a lot of L's And I stay Thraxxx'd up with the squad and sh** A n***a starve, I want some beef, I need a lot of it Its really sad if he want beef, he gotta a lot of kids Well thats what happens when you beef 'round with Big Flock and sh**