James DeBarge - We Came 2 Play lyrics

(Uhh uhh) [DJ Quik] Aye, can you say gangsta sh**? (Gangsta sh**) Say gangsta sh** (Gangsta sh**) Can you say gangsta sh**? (Gangsta sh**) Say gangsta sh** (I ain't sayin no mo') We bout to step up - and move on, y'know We bout to step up - and move on, ha hah! We bout to step up - and move on, y'know We bout to step up, hmm.. Now I still be knockin b**hes like it ain't sh** (it ain't sh**) Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hit Whether I'm in Dada jeans or crape silk slacks Flyness be the reason that my sh** cracks, cause When I'm on the beats I'm f**in all y'all up (all y'all up) Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts (all your mutts) I make you so saditty b**hes wanna shake y'all bu*ts (shake y'all bu*ts) And you make you ballin n***as wanna grab your lux Hangin with bangin n***as that bring the heat for real And if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats no deal Cause I negotiate everything with no fuss (fuss!) Spend 20 G's on my record, it's gold - plus (plus!) f**in every competitor on the stage - up (up!) Then I come to your city and get laid - up (up!) Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!) And if you feelin a n***a then say whaaat? (What!) Hook: [James DeBarge] As we mooove toward the light With broads on our right (broads on our right) And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way) Put aside our prestige (prestige) We're really M-A-D (lit up) From the cage to the stage we come to play [DJ Quik] AMG let 'em know [AMG] Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw Thick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-haw Relax, the Roley's real Cartier tank, platinum and steel I'll buzz up in the club, now I'm up in the hill Headquarters, look at how we footin the bill Crem de la crem, who you with? Baby girl him?! Hop yo' a** in the rag Jag, come to the gym I ain't wit you fo' love, uh uh Cause if I wasn't me, you'd probably be callin me a scrub But you love the marble tubs, and the marble flo's You'se a copper b**h, tryin to be a platnum hoe Head to toes, and dont nobody wear no Girbauds no mo' Take that sh** back; baby have a six pack I can't even say no more, where my dick at? Hook: [James DeBarge] As we mooove toward the light With broads on our right (broads on our right) And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way) Put aside our prestige (prestige) We're really M-A-D (we lit up!) From the cage to the stage we come to play (we come to play) [DJ Quik] Aye.. we been doin this sh** since we was little boys So don't even trip us n***a, do your own sh** Gettin down for the crown ain't a puzzle to me And you b**h n***as can't put a muzzle on me Cause when I'm gone on the vodka and the grape juice I make the world rock when I let a tape loose They say ghetto n***as is desperate and we shiesty But I turn down every celebrity b**h I see Choppin game with my n***a Mr. AMG And poppin dames in the coochie if it's F-A-T, fo' sho' [AMG] Tres-zero-cuatro, I got cho' Lady friends with new Mercedes mint (What?) All five-double-oh's, watch these pretty toes Hoes getint liquified (nut up) mystified (shut up) Stick and slide, if I mince my ride (hey) I'ma play you forever, wood and the leather Me and DJ Q, and the rest of the crew * (Quik and AMG, yeah it's plain to see) We make G's like Donald T, b**h! * (We make G's like Donald T, b**h!) Hook: [James DeBarge] As we mooove toward the light(Oww!) With broads on our right (with broads on our right) And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way) Put aside our prestige (oh yeah) We're really M-A-D (we lit up) From the cage to the stage (Quik and AMG) We come to play (we come to play) [DJ Quik] And play well [AMG] We come to play How you gon' play without us baby? We do our thing 10 years in the game And ain't nuttin changed Q, tell them how we feel, n***a