Z-ro - Playa lyrics

[Z-Ro:] Playa don't hate me, hate the game Ain't got time to be out here bullsh**ting, I'm out here trying to make some change Please don't get it twisted, I'm a Mo City soldier I thought I told ya Roll with us, or get your a** rolled over See we all about our feddy, pulling up on chrome n***a for real ask G.I.N., or you can ask Chad Jones Baby we Presidential playas showing up, all these hoes gon mind Everyone of us diamond down, b**h and all them hoes gon shine We living lovely sipping bubbly, all our cars are foreign Ain't no jackers we barring, cause we ready for war'n I'm the king like Tarzan, but minus swinging on a vine We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line Houston Texas, the origin of baller's paradise It's going down, I can smell it in the air tonight So when you see us pulling up, plus looking like a million Balling permanently but fakers change, like chamileon [Hook x2:] They see a playa They see a playa They see a playa They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick [Big Don:] They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick They see the kid and painted six, and the wrist frost bit They see a n***a on the grind, and he just won't quit I keep pumping and keep em jumping, on the tip of my dick It's going down, baby These hoe a** n***az, trying to roach our shine baby But I don't give a motherf**, just pay me mine baby And I'ma show you why we repping H-Town baby, where we grind on the daily Just pay me, don't delay me I need stacks Don't be tripping sideways, cause a 40 what I pack Cause they see a n***a grinding, see a n***a shining See a n***a elbows, bumper kit reclining In the mix, I done moved crumbs to bricks And everybody worldwide, know that Crest is the click On some Presidential sh**, when we hitting the stage Get off dick we in the mix, just to get paid [Hook x2] [Pup:] They see a playa in the mix, and a broad under my arm Got the bomb squad with me, and a glock up under my charm Better recognize n***a, I cause bodily harm I got a tommy gun, I call that b**h body-be-gone See I'm a playa slash murderer, you know the name n***a Straight out of Pud Park, bringing the flame n***a The aim is superior, mack game flawless I pull a b**h without even talking, I'm the rawest I pull up in the Lac, with the woofers in the back And the windows kinda cracked, sitting fat like a mack With your broad on my lap, bout to take her to the trap When her a** come back, I'ma be sitting on a stack See that's how playas do it, dog the pimp game fluid Some n***az turn pop, but I'ma stay true to it The pinky ring bluest, and the wardrobe sick And that's the reason, why I got these n***az b**h on my dick [Hook x2]