Playa Man

Chorus: Spice 1

Can you love a playa man

Can you love a playa man

Can you love a playa man baby

Can you really love a playa man [Spice 1]

I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger

Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin'

I smokin' on some of that

Crush nasty with a

G limp It's the born to die the

S-P-I Playa status since an

OG since Lee

High Sportin' a

G hat with the short brim

Mr. giggity-gangsta hustler baller

Whatever you wanna calla

Straight playa up in this game

Puttin it down for all ya haters

Killin' 慹m softly raisin' 慹m off me

Keepin' it real so they can't fade me

Up in the 9-sick

I kick back and roll a

Vega up Rollin with the

Hennesy Champaign and

Remmy up in my cup

Livin' like a baller but

I'm still a

G Soakin up game in the

East Bay street

Stackin that fetti

S-P-I-C-E

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The game is deeper than

Atlantis So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon

You swimmin' at your own risk

Cuz in the bay ain't no parana

But you can get your body ate up

When you get to flossin up in that

Lexus potna

Look what the tied washed in

That's what the people say

Spiggity One straight

OG up out the dirty bay

Straight out the water

Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum

So come on, come one and come on dem all

And watch them bodies fall

S-P-I-C-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow!

Smile in your face all the while they wanna take your place

I was strapped with a gun case

But now I'm back out on the paper chase

Spittin' 慹m game

And I'm usin' my mouth piece like

Ron O'Neil

The G from back in the day

They always say

I spit the real

Keepin' these haters out of my pockets

And always watchin' my spine

The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine

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S-P-I-C-E be stackin fetti fetti

See I be stackin' ballin'

Since way way back in the day

The bay area

My play area

Ain't no crips or bloods

But if you cross game then

I'm gone carry ya

Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think

Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa

Poppin' the cork on champaign

Hundred dollars a bottle

We roll in benzes and coups as if we won

Lotto Don't let me hear you talk bad about a playa name

Cuz if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same

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