Khayree - Young Playah lyrics

Kick back while I romp, rap, perk, and get keyed I got a fifth of heem and some hurt ya dick weed Taking fat sips of the hennesey And if I ain't drunk now, I'm finna be Its the cold crest capper on the microphone Making s**a sounding punks straight leave it alone From the G-H-E-TT-O, land of the freaky ho Where n***as get the co*k, bust a nut, say beep me ho No time for kickin' it, n***as be dickin' it No money for movies ho, so dont even mention it Cause times are too rough, its hard to do stuff The crack'll slack, I need to try some new stuff I need to start packin', dressin' in black and Come out after 12 with my gat and start jackin' Cars with beat, taking money from freaks And even jack that motherf**a on the corner who geeks I gotta survive and try to stay alive ho Life is like cracker jacks but money's the prize though 24-7 on a get mail mission Times are getting crazy but you dont listen Young brothas grow up, become tight and thangs Just a few close n***as the rollers call 'em a gang I can't understand how these devils think I need to get my nine and cold take me a drink And get sick wit it, they can't get wit it They need to eat my a**, and s** some dick wit it... One more time back at you With a nice smooth beat to rap to Its young MD from the romp baby And I'm on my way to the top baby I got a one way ticket, theres not return And s**a MC's better wait your turn Cause I'm a fly young brotha with a gift of gab And b**h dont let it get ya mad I be straight shift strikin', and never would I be hikin' Lots of dank, and lots of drank is what a n***a be likin' Straight romp bandit, the rollers can't understand it When they run up in my house and come out empty handed UGH, they can't touch Dre Cause I'm a cold crest creeper makin' much pay Doin' it the only way I know how And these many of styles, got me on top of the pile Makin' M-A-I-L, hear what I spell Rollers try to keep me in they J-A-I-L But I B-A-I-L, spending my mail Just to get out of the C-E-LL... Last... but not least Mac muthaf**in' Dre is on the mic G Listen party people as I get dumb I got stupid dope lyrics let me spit 'em It's the riggity riggity riggity romp stizzar You know hoes wanna ride in my cizzar But none never ever get fizzar Maybe 'til there is no stizzar Cause its P-I-M-P-I-N-G Ho come pay me my money Cause the D-I-C-K dont come free As long as I got you I won't slang the D Cause I'm too damn vicious, you can't get wit this You won't get kisses, you'll just get dick b**h Its MD on the mic ho And never say never cause you might blow For some of you hoes it might take some time But when I spit that rhyme and cold blow your mind f** you for a while then take a nap Then you're waking me up blowing me off the map Put on my clothes and I'm on my way And you wish you wouldn't've f**ed with the mac named Dre... "and my number one rule is run up through it"