Pimp C - Cause I'm a Playa lyrics

[Hook] I keep my cup raised up my n***a cause I'm a playa n***a cause I'm a playa, n***a cause I'm a playa My dollars stay stackin' n***a cause I be mackin' n***a cause I be mackin', n***a cause I be mackin' I keep my cup raised up my n***a cause I'm a playa n***a cause I'm a playa, n***a cause I'm a playa My dollars stay stackin' n***a cause I be mackin' n***a cause I be mackin', n***a cause I be mackin' [Verse 1] I'm just out here slangin' CDs n***a like rock for rockers Still rollin' Hypnotize, we quick to knock off yo' blocker Blastin' nothin' but choppers, n***a we non-stoppers Whippin' up this cream, real mean, like Betty Crocker The guts, icy white-tin, leather is what I'm lik-in' Pull up, chrome rims, didn't holla, she must be dykin' Like she didn't see the colors change colors on my paint job Just like all the colors on my ice in my wrist watch Pimps scarred, nothin' but some conversation for some dough Slangin' these words out my mouth, like I'm sellin' snow Tellin' no, lies, compromise, only cheese wise If ya try to cross, real k**ers then you must, die [Hook] [Verse 2 - Pimp C] Mackaroni Pretty Tony Snow keep it poppin' Movin' to the internet, keep that p**y droppin' Mob it up, slop it up, see the ball chop it up Whip it up, sit down on that meat I'm fit' to push it up If that game was over I'd get some work and cook it up Wanna show let's rook it up, you want a beat I'll hook it up We run the streets I seen a part up in the sh** I took it up She wanted me to hit her p**y I'mma go off in her bu*t What you gon' do, when that thang go to fightin'? I'mma lay ya deep off in them hoes, them hoes be boppin' Tellin' me to stop but b**h, I ain't fit' to stop it Ya p**y is a pitbull b**h, gon' and lock it f**in' 'round wit' me I knock ya thang up outta socket Ya ho wanna look at me ya b**h is outta pocket Flyin' in the Bentley gettin' it s**ed just like a rocket Pimp C b**h I got a zoo off in my closet [Hook] [Verse 3] Cruisin' Chelsea Avenue, in the hood, it's a sunny day Junts out, walkin' miniskirts, let them bunnies play Money stay, in a n***a's pocket wrapped in rubberbands Seven hundred ones wit' 'bout seventy Benjamins Understand, couple hollow jackets in the bar-ra-rel Make a wild n***a wanna walk a straight and nar-ra-row My dogs strapped, on point, God we like the phar-ra-roah My hundred shots, comin' out the mouth, of the calico Yean' know? Mayne a n***a do's what he gon' do I'm lookin' for some beef, but the kind, at a barbeque Comin' through, flickin' old school, Box Chevy thang Ridin' twenty two's, on you fools, let the system bang I keep my cup raised up (echoes out)