J Groove - Playa Hayta lyrics

Artist: Saafir Album: Boxcar Sessions Song: Playa Hayta It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt Ya with my brain I'm the editor-in-chief The leaf-a-rap a dope sh**, antique Rope kits for the hang time, a Heinous crime Cause I drain his mind. Open it up Oh...not The same as mine, not the same a** Rhyme Nickel plated statements with nickel Plated Knuckle faded faces. No matter what The Race is I hope ya co*kpit got sh** I stock Hits. Inventory glorious. I owe me this I'm on my homies sh** - the homeless Shown This sk** is real when I attack from The Back I'll say a rhyme then pull your Spinal Cord from your torso, more so or Better Yet more or less it's not an option I'm coppin' A plea seizing a shop and hopin' a Cop's A blow of the past. If not, I'll be Blowin' His a** away. J. Groove is on the cross, I'm The heavyweight fader of a playa Hayta an*lysis is deep, forever on the peep And I'm The best, the crest of the ho sh**... Yeah You can't manifest destiny unless it's Me Oh, you don't approve of my moves But I'm not Starvin' for jargon, so save it My libido is The needle to the wax, I like to tax in Gazebos, surviving like a mac king Clever Never lacking when I'm stacking Endeavors I try and try to tell fools, that I've been Through hell and my tools ain't the same As yours. Coors Light that's what They're Drinkin', must be I'm wrong yours is Right That's why you're sinkin' in your own Sight Nose is in my business, witnessin' Your Own fate, drownin' in your own lake Of hate But I don't see no abstinent crabs in it Perverse perpin' after the salt I can Hear the rehearsal of a serpent Urgent Cause you don't use your head when You Shed skin - dead end...for a playa Hayta Charades, are played but I keep Getting it in Large amounts because I be doin' These Hoogies' charge account like a banker I'm patient and I be waiting like an Anchor To spank her. Then I get the softy Sanka Coffee drinkin' breath stinkin' Cheddar cheese Eatin' wheat germ, checker board Pants Wearin' can't dance, and you're starin' in My grill. But you had a steak A nervous Twitch and you're a badly fake and I Heard His b**h is gettin' around like 2Pac Servin' n***as two at a time like she Got Two co*ks. New blocks she be conquering Zip codes, I rip ho's that be lappin' up Mark a** lames then charge it to the Game. So he next time you step to Me Like a defense attorney, Ha!...I'll Fade ya Cause you're a playa hayta From a real playa ' cause I play the Game The same, not behind no dame, so You Can get these thangs