Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Motherfuckers in the world tryin' to play niggas out these days
Can't fuck around and play no niggas out these days
Niggas is smarter then a motherfucker, man
We gotta make cash
Only thing that's rulin' this motherfucker right now
This strap, this weed, and this money I got in my pocket
Finna go get mo' money
You know what I'm sayin'
Ha, fuck 'em

I hear some niggas comin' 'round
Talkin' 'bout what the fuck they can do (do)
But the only thing I do is
Realizin' in my crew
Fuck these snitches
Fuck these bitches
Ain't worth the jail time, bro
You know these streets is a motherfuckin' joke
And that's the way it goes

Playa, playa (playa), got caught up
Brought up the wrong way
But he say the white man
Fucked me up and got me actin' that way
You know the homey who was all in with the squad (with the squad)
Little Rizey tryna practice actin' hard (actin' hard)
Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout bitches
Talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all that shit
Cocaine and pound of weed
And bitches suckin' on his dick
He used to wanted to live that way
Ever since them Chronic days
The big homeboy C-style put him on
Nineteenth Street got him on his way (way)
It was cool 'cause he was finally one of us (us)
Someone we can trust
Later on someone we couldn't trust
Niggas got greedy, seen us clockin' dough
In this rap game threaten to snitch
If he wasn't rich in a matter of days
Should we kill him or let him starve? (Kill him)
Make him get real broke (kill him)
Hell, naw, this nigga gotta die right here
We ain't no joke (hell yeah, nigga)
Check it (check it)

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to play me, homey
Who the fuck you think I was?

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to play me, homey
Who the fuck you think I was?

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to play me, homey
Who the fuck you think I was?

8:30 in the evenin', I cop the sack gettin' me set
Twist some Orange to get me on my mind state is just at rest
Cruise the neighborhood proudly, and I'm throwin' up my set
Dogg Pound gangsta homeboy and don't you forget
I crack a forty of that Eight, fuck St. Ides, I love the taste
And my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass
Me and the homeboys flossin', we tossin' up the scene
Lookin' clean as fuck, makin' green
Mashin' as a motherfuckin' team
It seems the homies notice me, who I am
Goddamn tires hoppin', pullin' up bumpin' the jam
Niggas started hoein', showin' stereo and three chromes
And the situation done switched so fast
Daz Dillinger kickin' ass
Steadily movin', makin' cash

Later on, when I bounce to the club
Me and my cousin Rick and Snoop
Tai cousin Soopafly, Big Style, E and Hershey, too
Cruisin' up, bruisin' up fools, don't understand my thing
Come around here, homeboy, and you won't see daylight ever again
Come tow me, bitch (tow me, bitch)
Come get me rich (come get me rich)
You know my way, my game we spit
You down with this? (You down with this?)
Told ya once, told ya twice
Told ya why, told ya somethin'
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin'

Dumpin' on niggas after the club
Niggas started trippin'
Niggas start set trippin'
Niggas started Crippin', started Bloodin'
Started doin' whatever that they was doin'
I was blastin', they was blastin'
Dat Nigga Daz was out gassin'
Those who try to get up and do they thing
Swang bang and I gets my thing
Rat pack niggas try to jack
Niggas try to fuck wit' my gang
How the fuck I feel, homeboy?
Get that Eight and drink some more
Niggas won't stop mashin'
'Til we knock down every niggas door

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to play me, homey
Who the fuck you think I was?

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to play me, homey
Who the fuck you think I was?

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to play me, homey
Who the fuck you think I was?

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to play me, homey
Who the fuck you think I was?

Yeah, and there you have it
Straight gangsta shit

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Writer(s): Delmer Drew Arnaud