Chorus: B.G. Playa can't be played Playa niggas sittin around waitin on shit to happen but if ya want somethin do what ya got to do, Gee out chea and
die tryin' Playa can't be played Playa niggas sittin' around waitin' on shit to happen But if ya want somethin' do what ya got to do Gee out chea and
Traduzione: BG. Play'n E Laugh'n.
: B.G. Playa can't be played Playa niggas sittin around waitin on shit to happen but if ya want somethin do what ya got to do, Gee out chea and make
and Ron-G, Stick to Kiwi T-O-B-E, and 3-8 and D My peeps at A.G., Smooth and Big D Wild Child and 3, Duke and Jimmy D Them boys off Botany, Lil' Ke and
keep a nigga off my block, it's hot 'Cause it's bumpin, got nothin but dope traffic Six figgas what I'm after, can't be play'n and laugh'n Young wit good
baths. I laugh at you dirty ass n*ggas, Lil' cheap thirty dollar jersey ass n*ggas. You a bum b*tch cus you dumb b*tch, and when the pot come, you don
gods are But me I ride different, I ain't with the dry snitchin I ain't like these guys bitchin ship jumpin and side switchin I keep live fish and all
to pops nigga I listen to Kool G. Rap Went from hustlin sacks to heavy weight, shufflin crack Kids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G. Ask the
on M-O-N-R-O-E And the Ghetto T-W, double I, N-Z [Chorus x1] [Verse 4:] [G-Mone] You don't wanna visualize That Nigga G, evil eyes These tentensees
I make a left, sound def, my arts and craft Fuck y'all, y'all make me laugh, raw skill with paragraphs Cut ass so fast and have, express rock East and
lonka nuh weel u ah go run like mangoes n squeel. di one pon yuh ???? bout she run way gone ah Sweeden! gwan breed har n give har 2 baby feedin me she wan n
...nothing...but...b-bitch...bitches and money [Hook] Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and money) Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and
B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G., motherFUCKERS Two thou', B.I.G. motherFUCKERS ??, two thou', motherFUCKERS ??, B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G. at war, motherFUCKERS B
bossing ya Lossing a, six hundred B-E-N-Z In the year 2001, it's the [Hook x2] G-O-V, that's me Reality, is a must to me It's the G-O-V [Mr. 3-2] Nigga
