aiite this one's knockin hella hard .. over da old school too short i'm a player except i just looped da bassline N used his hook .... pretty clean
twista
california
gangsta
underground
cali
50 cent
the game
valley
tech n9ne
bay
northern
14
tracy
ene
norte
northerner
Lyrics
im a playa
verse 1-
it goes 1 and 2 da 4 my eNe's is knockin at your DOOR,
bandana swangin down 2 da FLOOR, bangin N slangin N ready 4 WAR
i'm flippin a swisher 2 watch da time-fly-by
grabbin da lighter ignitin da blunt,
just tryna get HiGh 2 clear my MiNd
escapin a state of SuiCiDe-
dats WhY, i flip it 2 blow den hit it N choke N sit in da SMOKE 4 HOURS
homie forget it lets go if dat shit it isn't it rope we only be SMOKIN POWER,-
kriminal livin little critical hitters,
you pitiful niggas are itchin N wishin 2 get us
sittin back wit a grin while hopin 2 win N finally rid us-
well cross ya fingers N say ya PRAYERS, but i ain't goin ANYWHERE
nigga im ready 4 da fucked up world PREPARED with a blunt N my hand
blowin da smoke in da AIR,-
ain't never been givin a FUCK just chillin N hittin da BLUNT,
wishin this shit'll be gettin me STUCK,
puffin on some of that SKUNK hold it in dont be no PUNK,-
ain't no chumps N cowards found in my RESIDENCE EVER SINCE
the second i was labeled a VETERAN BETTER THAN ANYONE
it's EVIDENT da rest are IRRELEVANT you suckas are softer than GELATIN-
fragile, little PUSSY niggas you ain't EvEn tryna PUSH ME nigga
i'm way over da edge N STRESSED OUT killin my liver N smokin my CHEST OUT-
hook-
verse 2-
lowriders hoppin collars poppin ballers recoppin that's that Cali life
gotta get it crackin N have a hell of a nite
case i make it 2 heaven or hell 2nite-
but if not then i ain't gonna im stop still makin it knock,
showin them clever skills
still lookin 4 better kills i can't stop won't stop and i never will-
stay puttin it down 4 da norte town, comin outta Tracy homie
hella soldiers with gangsta stories down N ready 2 shank you phonies-
just incase you thank you know me, let me give you a little description
incredible savage wit criminal habits unforgettable rappin N scrappin wit quickness-
N i ain't got time 4 bitches, focused on flippin them swishers
and makin my mothafuckin riches-
so listen 2 me homie when i die, don't bother 2 cry for me
momma don't shed a single tear, let them bury me a G,-
and i'll be high as ever 2gether with fallen soldiers and family that passed away
livin it up 2 da fullest on my last of days escapin da pain without a chance 2 pray,-
ain't got time 4 these snitches instigatin
don't really kno what you in or da shit you facin
i make it my day 2 put you up in your place
it's da principal of the situation-
and i stay on my toes, after i handle my business im shakin da spot
still breakin da cot still evadin the cops bangin that norte N i, ain't gonna stop-
until im droppin under the surface of da earth in my casket blasted while nobody cares
blowin da smoke in da air cause life ain't fair but i ain't trippin cause i'm a player-