8ball - Do What Playas Do lyrics

[Mysonne] Uhh (uhh) Wanna blow? (Wanna blow?) Pretty Tone (Pretty Tone) Suave House (suave House) Eightball (Eightball) Tony Draper (Draper) All Out (All Out), Murder (Murder) Harlem World (Harlem World), problem children (problem children) Y'all n***as got problems (y'all n***as got problems) Uhh (uhh) UHH (UHH) Yo (YO) Now I can play with these hoes, or spray four-fours Whatever the situation, may call for I can sport linen, pimp hard, court women Have the ice, hand to waves all spinnin Or I can get in, to some real thug sh** Armed robbery, slash, deal drug sh** Peel slugs quick, cause I'm versatile I can ice grill, but I'm worse when I smile Expert with style, y'all give hoes cash All I give em, is hard dick and coke in they a** b**h, move that, true playa, true dat n***as catch feelings, when they chick say, "Who dat?" Representin from the Bronx, to the Dirty South Spittin drug flows, with my dirty mouth We got it all, from grams to Eightballs Yeah we players, and refs, we make calls Chorus: Eightball (repeat 2X) 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) [Eightball] Bring it to n***as I don't be slippin on my literary Sick when I'm gone off that Jane first name Mary Eightball, ain't no other like this Southern brother Crazy motherf**er, pooh bu*t booty duster Never been a point shaver or a hoe saver Just a weed craver, Suave House a**a**inator To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the House b**h Gold in the mouth sh**, straight South sh** Orange Mound slow the flow down to pull the fo'-pound Beat a hoe down, and fall up in the club to' down I like them dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar Thick yella Cinderella, hair shop scholar Pimp sh**, and I'ma keep it straight +Space Age+ Every year, turn the book of life to a new page Kick rhymes hotter than Texas in July Suave House playa til the day that I die, uhh Chorus [Mase] Sauve House motherf**er, All Out motherf**er Wanna blow motherf**er? Team n***a til I'm low motherf**er Yo, I went from O-T to O-C to all the paper Leads to fatigue then ? the gators If ain't about the money n***a? Call me later How many n***as talk Benzes? Seen them one Not videos and picture sh**, those don't count I'm the n***a talkin millions and, own the amount Mr. Frosty, the n***a never fold for chips When the money on the line b**h I roll trips Cut a b**h off for a week and let her know what she miss Hundred grand worth of sh** n***a glow on my wrist Bought a range just to go with the six When I flip for these chips, sh** is never over a b**h You got some nerve, I can give a kiler one word, get em You will see how many n***as miss him I put pellets in the air let the sh** hit em Put the gun inside his mouth and let the clip kiss him sh** you drive all tinted, I put my honey in it Won't, stop your bank, ain't enough money in it Live a lifestyle rarely told, what you know about Floatin down Eighth, gettin head in the Rolls You had, money like that you wouldn't be measurin those You motherf**in barely sold, barely gold n***as send it rough I send it back the same way it came You ain't dissin me until you say my name, motherf**er Chorus