Playa Tip

Is this mutha*******a on?

(Check-check 1-2

Yeah *******, go check your mutha****** puss

Yeah, this's your homeboy Jay from the Romper Room Crew

We just lounge here in the Country Club right about now

You know what I'm sayin?

But now I'm gonna pass this to my young dog Mac Mall)

[VERSE 1]

Passin Mac Mall the mic is like lighting a fuse

To a fat pipe bomb in a packed-ass room

Full of broke pimpetrators who be all tryin to dis

And them hairshop hoes playa-hatin for the *******

Now naw, I can't forget all them rumour-spreadin tricks

Chocolate nuts for your mouth when this **** album hits

Like a ??hoe?? out of China, ballers say I am a timer

Cause I was shootin game since I was a minor

Some of these rappers is liars, candy-coated and *******t

Counterfeit-ass *******, you can't blow up in this *******t

I went from bein broke to havin fat accounts

From Ben Davis to wearin clothes you can't pronounce

From spittin lines to the ladies to bust the game to a *******

First they hung up in my face, now I got em doin flips

So when my cuddies ask, "Mall, you stress offa what suckers say?"

I tell em, "Naw folks, it's all in the game"

[CHORUS]

I'm comin up on the playa tip

Your boy done bubbled, so be prepared for some major *******t

*******, we comin up on the playa tip

(So shake them *******s and start chosin on some playas, *******)

[VERSE 1]

Still got a Tec-9 in my cream creased Dockers

Hang with big timers, hustlers and bank-robbers

Players who be real about they money, you know

My ******* get harder with every dollar, so who needs a hoe?

But sometime I like to get my tip ate

And if you ain't careful, it might be your *******, mayn

V-Town hog, so I dog her like a doorway gap

I'm from the Crestside, partner, and fool, we do em like that

One-time, they be on me, cause my pockets is paroley

Sippin Hennessy not 40's, stayin far from the phoneys

******* a homie, *******, but you can be my cuddy, though

You got a microphone, some money, or a sack to roll

In the Country Club Crest we can have a choke fest

Them six figure-digits got a young mac possessed

To the point, if it ain't about money, then it ain't mandatory

I keep my business and pleasure in different categories

Cause once they mix, then you trip, man fool, you lost control

Went broke behind a punk-ass hoe

*******

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]

Dome loaded, ripped off Hen'

Hell of g's addin up in my countin machine

I count them endless dollars before I have a dream

Of a mutha****** heist or a gafflin scheme

P-******* Ruger with the red beam

Is the tool I use when I let off steam

I'm out here gettin famous, and you're just a fiend

That's why everytime you see me you be muggin me

Is your system on that morphine?

Now did your your lungs get sprung on the ice cream?

Now playa-hatin *******s, this rap's for y'all

You know I got a middle finger and a cap for y'all

As long as my name is young Mac-ass Mall

This game won't stop, won't pause, won't stall

Now *******, get rich, read a ******* and kill a snitch

But make sure your actin's on the playa tip

*******

On the playa tip

You know

Yeah *******

We live from the mutha****** Country Club

You know what I'm sayin

Smokin the dank down to a nud

Ain't even trippin

We got ******* all out here

[Name] and *******t, you know

Ant Banks all around this mutha*******a burpin and fartin and *******t

I don't know

We just live it, boy