San Quinn - Playing By the Rules lyrics

Get Low Playa, San Francisco, California, home is Fillmoe Crooked cats, our neighborhood jacks, bare facts We back, got scratch, no scratch, broke flat Abidin' by the rules, survivin' not to lose the game played Hustlers stayin' paid, hit the cuts doin' raids Snitches is viscous, talkin' bout the guidelines Slidin' down the side sidelines being blocked by the rollers Hold up, hold on, it's crucial in the drug zone with different mugs on Gangstas, hustlers, playas Must us deal with bustas causin' ruckus for the come up? Violatin', I'm just statin', by the regulations you really should be playin' Instead of fakin', man, that's real hatin' Then we gettin' only the perpatratin' Chorus: I refuse to lose, I paid dues in the game And won't nuthin' change Takin' tricks on worldwide trips ain't my M.O Fame came back from demos When I first enkindled with baby boo's with new shoes New doo's and spandex dresses All in the Hunter's Point section of the city Pretty momma lookin' proper But she walkin', tennis shoes talkin' Often cats stay scratched cuz they have no other leisure Time but to trust in a skeezer Not every lady, but I know a few diggers Who dealt with n***as cuz of they figures, and stripped 'em clean With the 17 heat to the cheek, don' t speak Caught with a leak, drippin', lay it down Folks is broke and playin' round Jokin', get fooled not knowin' the rules Everything ain't cool cuz you got a piece Put away with ya own tool, now you deceased Learn the rules CHORUS Haters stop hatin', playas keep playin' The hustle goes on, paper flows long My grip's so strong I cannot let go of ghetto activities, robberies and Mobbin' deep Big Caddie's 93, now what you tellin' me? Envy has you plannin' on spillin' me Once a close comrade, blew bomb sacs together Now it's mortal combat, you down for whatever? Switchin' outta jealousy, smilin' but backstabbin' Mack a**a**inatin' over the sk**s I be havin' Conversatin' with these hoodrats, should stack your paper Saltshaker, woof, the broad taker, wannabe gangsta Gossipin', followin' crowds, breakin' rules, way foul It ain't my style to be dealin' with chumps Only deal with the real scrill, put the real raps over real funk CHORUS