Master P - Playa From Around The Way lyrics

That I guess i should let ya Is all about since it But what i want ya Weed,lay back and we gon take a ride A ride all the way through Through the ice cream man Mo b. dick: I Smokin on the cess,playin dominoes.ain I My dick is gettin hard like it I can I must be straight (geein) Cause i got all these hoes in my pocket. I I I I Playa haters gettin sick cause they can Cause we took all their b**hes But the n***as know the deal cause we packin that steel And dumpin mothaf**asin ditches So hey, it As i slang my yay and get paid off these smokers You don Mothaf**as, i ain Master p: I I run from the taz.call me banana peeler I got that hk co*ked ready to block. Ain My little brother hooked it up tryin to get big In the ghetto i seen another man lose his wig But i ain I Silkk the shocker: Way too deep to turn back now. My homies tryin to jack now Put away the sack down.now i gots my gat now You b**hes better raise up off the tip Of us playas tryin to strive and stay alive, f** the 9 to 5 I Million dollar spot with a glock and a caper Master p: We some macks like goldie.ya I Cause we in this sh** deep tryin to get mine f** all that.cuz,kick the f**in chorus line Mo b. dick: I I Master p/(silkk the shocker): [i love my mill].and if i die who gives a f**? Just another black gone (nobody gives a damn if you make it back home.) Cause my auntie on dope My little homies out there in the hood pushin hella coke So i try to get fronted a bumper I mean a fifty dollar dub on a come-up Silkk the shocker: Dope in my all stars.just got[bought] a sawed-off n***a wait for me to fall off but i won In a casket.i Dope be the cabbage.you know that makes us savage Master p: I guess that makes me a g Cause i done flipped an half-an-ounce to a quarter key On a come-up and bubblin up and doublin up And all these n***as jealous cause the p sellin quarters,bro In the hood like ice cream All ya And ya Just like amus,but still a gangsta So call me a hustla And if you a playa hater,n***a,then your name In no limit,n***as don We got them mothaf**in regulators Nine millimeter fully strapped Yo cuz,bust motherf**in caps Mo b. dick: I I Master p and silkk,they gettin paid The no limit soldiers,hey,they don From new orleans all the way to the bay The ice cream man you know that he don He don