Rappin' 4-Tay - Das OK lyrics

(Chorus: Spice 1) They tried to pull my playa card But das OK They actin' like they don't know us But das OK I done emptied out a whole clip But das OK I reload it I done popped another ectasy But das OK Some n***as love to hate But das OK I smOKe the ounce of sticky green Das OK I reload it (Rappin' 4-Tay) I never knew you really comin' to this You on my hitlist, snug as a bug in the rug yo I lift this Snicthin', b**hin' gave you everything I could And just to think we grew up in the hood It's all bad, you the only one who knew where the dope was stashed Can't wait to see you motherf**er I'mma smOKe your a** Wanna get the grain but the head to fetch ya Payback is a mother motherf**er I bet'cha You paid for the lock down subquantant facilities Saw the homies who got snitched on I know you feelin' me (Spice 1) Chrome dubs, only showin' love for thugs Finger f**in' my fo'-five watchin' sparks from slugs I'm a ill motherf**er, meanin' I'm sick in the game I got the thug disease, Fetty Chico the name When you can play in the Dirty Bay But you better know how to swim (swim) And get your a** ate the f** up by the shark with the brim (Chorus: Spice 1) They tried to pull my playa card But das OK They actin' like they don't know us But das OK I done emptied out a whole clip But das OK I reload it I done popped another ectasy But das OK Some n***as love to hate But das OK I smOKe the ounce of sticky green Das OK I reload it (Spice 1) Like gang writin' on the wall I'm x-ed the f** out Extra doubt, which n***as is next to check out? I got a fo'-five, A AR and a couple of grenades Twist ya a** up quick like french braids It's the B-and-to-the-O-and-the-S-and-to-the-S And-the-I-and-to-the-L-and-the-L-and-to-the-I And-the-N-and-to-the-I, born to die 4-Tay we ain't playin', let 'em know how we ride Startin' with him, what you n***as think it's a jOKe? I ain't Cheech and 4-Tay ain't Chong But you gettin' smOKed (Rappin' 4-Tay) BLAOW!! How you like me now I'm on a rampage Fully loaded Mack 11, black 12 gauge Live fo', bustin' at a swift tempo Tried to told ya, leave your a** and limbo Remember those crutches left at the phone n***a Now it's on n***a (CAUSE YOU A GONE ni**a!!!) (Chorus: Spice 1) They tried to pull my playa card But das OK They actin' like they don't know us But das OK I done emptied out a whole clip But das OK I reload it I done popped another ectasy But das OK Some n***as love to hate But das OK I smOKe the ounce of sticky green Das OK I reload it (Rappin' 4-Tay) Leave you hollow or with flash or die from the gun blast They can't see me in the Beany or black ski mask Body bags dumped in trash I'm like sideways Yellow tape on the scene to the slaughter on the highway My way or no way at all, it's like a pimp's ball Thought I want it all, got a problem we can brawl Cops bigger, did he figure he ready to war BUCK! One, two, three n***as on the (floor) (Spice 1) Gang draw, echo three blocks and four Heard the motherf**in' blast like it was right next door BOOM! Fall out n***a you though you was hit Take a puff of the blunt say Mobb Life's the sh** You see a n***a smash off in R-Grey and a bLack Six It's the Infamous F-a-Fetty Chico from the Bay b**h (Chorus: Spice 1) They tried to pull my playa card But das OK They actin' like they don't know us But das OK I done emptied out a whole clip But das OK I reload it I done popped another ectasy But das OK Some n***as love to hate But das OK I smOKe the ounce of sticky green Das OK I reload it