Scoop DeVille - Think We Playin' lyrics

(Verse 1) [Ryu] You recognize this yet, you better find respect I'll let it slide, I guess, I'll set aside the tech I'm dead up if they let us in this place, I'm mashin' When you rappers gonna learn to stop playin' in traffic s** my dick Better yet, swallow a cactus Sip Jack with a big fat bottle of aspirin Matter of fact Bring a six-pack and a magmun For the cops, cause I'm click-clack Comin', I'm blastin' [Scoop DeVille] Bottom line, k**er, I'm hot Who can't be touched Unlike Missy, we hot cause we cook that dutch And them hammers don't make a dudes ooze like pus And the streets talkin', got some of d** and such Bought a ounce of kilo and how they stack they books The game is like goin' through laggin', cause you got no luck Fight the fuss Can't go bite the dust Cause there's just some things that you cannot touch b**h Chorus: Scoop DeVille These muh'f**ers think we playin' I got My mack, my gun go clack when my A.K Start sprayin' Get the f** back k**er, I'm a boss, wanna talk back, stay strap b**h, we ain't playin' I'm sayin' If you wanna get ya a** blown up and laid down It's nathin' So we can get it in here I got my vest on my chest, don't be testing the fear b**h (Verse 2) [Tonic] Tonic shots, and I'm outside your favorite rapper's Mansion With a handgun, holdin' your wife for ransom We never talk, we walk, look at ya dancin' Your fad is in and out of fashion, quicker than Hanson Fasten your seatbelts for the ride of the life I talk sh**, I might slide in your wife, for the right price I might of ride with a .45, this calibre chrome The style is beyond, with house and home [Kree] If I, shoot, you going to tell the gunshots So I Bring the lead up out of the shell Take the wind up Out of your cell Shot it from the mack 10 Spin up, out of the barrel They say the odds are against me, so I ain't leaving until My odd flow make them minds even Look, it's K-R, two E's in my name Been out of Cali for four years, I'm back through a main Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Frost] It's spit one, part two That's what's up Some homeboys grab ya straps And ride with us Put ya nickels, dimes and dubs up There's two twisted in the middle With the thumb tucked Bow down, or run up Catch me in a big body Benz Holla at my .45 s**ers better duck It's no trickin' It's big pimpin', ask the homie Snoop, he know Be Gettin' It like Short Here are them two Latinos At the player's ball, two hawks Hear us real dawgs Gettin' it on Like G. Dub Let's get high, roll the weed up (???) ride the P.C. up Died down in the cut Fresh from the cannibus cup Either she's rolling with me Or I'm rolling with her At this point, pa** the joint Anything can occur My mic's bangin' in the car like my rims on the curb