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lirik lagu don’t try to play me homey – dat nigga daz

yeah youknowhati’msayin’ m-th-f-ckas in the world tryin’ to
play n-gg-s out these days. can’t f-ck around and play no
n-gg-s out these days n-gg-s is smarter’n a m-th-f-cka man
we gotta make cash. only thing that’s ruling this m-th-f-cka
right now, this strap, this weed, and this money i got in my pocket
finna go get mo’ money. youknowhati’msayin’ ha f-ck ’em.

verse 1
i hear some n-gg-s comin’ ’round
talkin’ ’bout what the f-ck they can do
but the only thing i do is
realizin’ in my crew
f-ck these snitches f-ck these b-tches
ain’t worth the jail time bro’
you know these streets is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
and that’s the way it goes
playa playa got caught up
brought up the wrong way
but he say the white man
f-cked me up and got me acting that way
you know the homey who be
ballin’ with the squad (squad)
little y.g. trynta practice acting hard
talkin’ ’bout money talkin’ ’bout b-tches
talkin’ ’bout fancy cars and all that sh-t
cocaine a pound of weed
and b-tches sucking on his d-ck
he used to win it to live that way
ever since them chronic days
the big homeboy c-style put him on
nineteenth street got him on his way
it was cool ’cause he was finally one of us
someone we can trust later on
someone we couldn’t trust
n-gg-s got greedy seen us clockin’ dough
in this rap game threaten to snitch
if he wadn’t rich in a matter of days
should we kill him or let him starve? (kill him!)
make him get real broke (kill him!)
h-ll naw this n-gg- gotta die right here
we ain’t no joke. (h-ll yeah n-gg-)
check it!

chorus (3x)
don’t try to play me homey
don’t try to play me what (what)
don’t try to play me homey
who the f-ck you think i was? (was)

verse 2
8: 30 in this evenin’ i cop the sack gettin’ me set
get some orange getting me on my mind state 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 f-ck st. ides i love the taste
and my system b-mpin’ down the street with nothin’ but b-ss
and the homeboys flossin’ we tossin’ up the scene
lookin’ clean as f-ck makin’ green
mashing as a m-th-f-ckin’ team
it seems the homies notice me who i am
godd-mn tires hoppin’ pullin’ up pop on the jam
n-gg-s started hoping showin’ stereo on three chromes
and the situation just went so fast
daz dilinger kickin’ -ss
steadily movin’ making cash
later on i bounce to the club
me and my cousin rico snoop
tai cousin supafly, big style, e and hershey too
cruisin’ up? like fools don’t understand my thang
come around here homeboy &
you won’t see daylight ever again
come tow me b-tch come get me rich
you know my way my game we spit
you down wit this? (you down wit this)
told ya what told ya twice
told ya why told ya somethin’
it ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party b-mpin’
(snoop over last line)
dumpin’ on n-gg-s after the club
n-gg-s started trippin’
n-gg-s start set trippin’
n-gg-s started crippin’ started bloodin’
started doin’ whatever that they was doin’
i was blastin’ they was blastin’
dat n-gg- daz was out catching
those who try to get up and do they thang
sw-ng bang and i gets my thang
rat pack n-gg-s try to jack
n-gg-s try to f-ck my game
how the f-ck i feel homeboy
get that eight and drink some more
n-gg-s won’t stop mashin’
’til we knock down every n-gg-s door

chorus (4x)

and there you
straight gangsta

- dat nigga daz

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