Malik Yusef - We Ain't Playin lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper] Yeah, now follow me, follow me I'm coming up heavy in the game Puffing that master kush, we trying to come up with new ways to get paid I'm sipping that remy, I'm chilling, I'm k**ing in Cleveland, all day Ain't too many n***as I f** with, male bonding is gay A n***a be extra fly, I bet you've never seen this before Me and my n***as done already hit it, you trying to wife that ho We're making it hard for haters to breathe We living the life they wish they could We pulling their hoes with ease I'm bending them corners around my hood Strap on deck, I had to say it slow Just so you know if n***as are tripping I'm loading the clip in, and sending you b**hes down below Yo, got a son now so am I playing, hell no! n***as is some hoes, I'm here to show you how It's supposed to go [Hook: Chip Tha Ripper] (x2) We ain't playing, we ain't playing We ain't playing, n***a we ain't playing We ain't playing, we ain't playing, we could do something n***a, what you wanna do? n***a, What? do something! n***a, what you wanna do? n***a, What? [Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper] I bet you never seen a real Cleveland n***a like this I got them Charlie's angels hoes, them bad b**hes hitting licks Got that kush up in this cigarello Keep it cool, yeah I keep it mellow Couple overseas hoes, you keep b**hes from the ghetto Got that Louis on me like you didn't know, I stay Prada'd up Tell them s**y hoes that they gotta f** or they time is up I ain't never satisfied, no matter what, it's not enough Bought my mom a black mercedes, coming up, we had it rough n***as hating on me, cause I got a little fame These women don't wanna f** me, they wanna f** my name f** it, even exchange, as long as they give me brain Now they boyfriends mad, they're going against the grain 2Pac was right, n***as is some b**hes crying over b**hes So ridiculous, now I gotta go, and get this fo And hit this ho a** n***a in his dome for trynna threaten me I'll be a shooting star, if I ever become a celebrity [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce] n***a we don't give 2 f**s Get a n***a k**ed for 2 bucks and some new chucks You talking about who? You gon' do what? Strap on my ankle if the jeans I'm wearing bootcut Chicken in the chevy, I got it suped-up Check the blue guts, swear that b**h is too plush Met a new s*ut, with a cute bu*t She said her man don't like me, I said who does? Cause n***as hate you more than the Ku Klux Just keep my name out your mouth, I'm not a toothbrush Or get my left foot up ya a**, Sir Lucious And if them tools bust, my pistol's smoking like Snoop bus [Hook] (x2) [Verse 4: Malik Yusef] Word smith, Malik Yusef GOOD Music's live a** angel of d**h Sit back and listen to God's tool bust There's a reason I got y'all on this school bus Help you out with your learning children I'm so GOOD I once pulled out a building out of a burning building Showtime gigolo's, we don't give a f** but we got it for sell Permeate your molecular structure, we got it for sell See we want you to feel, what you bumping like we wrote it in braille Hot stamp in my pa**port, I got it in hell Been through it, tag on my luggage Your girl want me tag her cause I'm thuggish Bone cause I'm ruggish [Hook] (x2)