Mac Dre - Playa to Playa lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, what's up? This one love, this playa to playa This Mac Dre and Mac Mall Finna overtake all y'all [Chorus 2X: Coolio Da'Unda'Dog] Playa to playa y'all gotta put this sh** down And make them haters sit down And b**hes kick down, y'all n***as get down And represent what's been lackin', playas It's the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas [Verse 1: Mac Mall] I be that Five-hundred-thirty-five percent n***as sessed out every time I rhyme Backwood twister, it's Strictly SES on mine Takin' my pictures with saucy Caddies in a line f** the world, n***a, I'm gonna spend this good green On some rope and fully things Spittin' throwaway O's and pipe dreams Got a crew full of playas and they all like me So don't speak to my 5 if a choppa in reach I'm representin' young titans, soldiers, playas feel sh** I'm writin' We flow straight dope and well you're just another client So kick in before you get your door kicked in Crestsiders, boy, we at it again All up in your sh**, tellin' muthaf**ers ‘strip' Cuddie, oh, they didn't know this a muthaf**in' lick So you can f** with the mob or don't f** around at all Some wise words from young Mac a** Mall [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Hand me the rap tapes, what a Mac made for them s**as to see That all them late a** n***as really can't f** with me, see I'm M.D., the, V-Town governor A title well-earned because I be keepin' ‘em lovin' a Candy-coated thing that be sweeter than Reese's See, n***as like me is endangered species How many n***as you know that can flow and keep it really real? Be on that hoe, and when she owe, boy, I'mma spill That uncut and untuck po pimpin' a** game But I won't buck and won't touch ‘til I'm up in a Range See, I'm lovin' livin' lavish, cuddie, so when I ain't splurgin' I'm goosin' up the cabbage in her mind like a brain surgeon I ain't hurtin', you know I'm stackin' them dollars Comin' fresh out the pen strikin' brand new Impalas Givin' it up to my folks and them know, boy, the Country Club Givin' up the dope so they can soak off this funky dub [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Mall] See, I'm a, half hog, other half cold Crest dog Saucy pit, super hard on a b**h I switch hoe tricks like Nikes and Guess fits Baby pop that lip soon to see the payment You might catch me bent, dunkin' broads like Kemp We be smokin' roper, she be s**in' Mall's dick We be ridin' Caddy, know that hoe notch quick When we hit the Carquinez, baby, drink that sh** If I'm too hoggish for y'all, please excuse my penmanship But I'm from that Country Club where we mob and pull licks Muthaf**as can't see Mall, I'm jumpin' for that gang green, y'all I'm a creeper, tie you up in your drawers [Chorus] [Verse 4: Mac Dre] When I step to the mic, s**as close they eyes ‘Cause they ain't tryna see me expose the lies I see n***as frontin' and I step to ‘em ‘Cause I'm true to the game, mayne, I gotta do ‘em That fake sh** that they spit is play sh** and gay sh** And Dre spit is they sh**, you never hear me say sh** That's ruthless or truthless, that punk sh** is useless I spill the real with sk**, n***as can't juke this I shoots this, and when I demonstrate I don't perpetrate, duplicate or imitate Raps I originate, saps I eliminate ‘Cause all the women hate when n***as tend to fake Man, I'm finna shake, the fakes and frauds Stick to the script and break some broads ‘Cause that's the way you do it when you out that Bay P-to the-L-to-the-A-Y-A [Outro: Miami the Most talking]