[ intro: roger troutman ]
Spice 1
Too $hort, yup
Said I'm a real playa, yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa...
[ verse 1: too $hort ]
Whoever try to buy a new benz, spend money on your friends
Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, I'm a hustler
For the last 12 years I could never get enough of
That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? a big pile of green shit?
When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
I do what I want, suckers do what they can
That's why I moved to the a, straight from the bay
I'm still mackin bitches everyday, anyway
And if you don't like it, I don't give a fuck
I'ma still let my top down and turn this shit up
Nothin half on my business, keep gettin paid
If niggas stick together, maybe we'll live to see the day
When everybody keep ballin like me and my folks
Let these gold-diggin bitches count my spokes
Short dog in the house
[ chorus: roger troutman ]
Real playaz do what they want to
(real playaz)
Suckaz do what they can
(ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) (what they can do)
Real playaz do what they want to
(yeah, real playaz)
No time for strugglin
(real playaz, ha-ha-ha)
Real playaz do what they want to
(short dog)
Suckaz do what they can
(yukmouth) (yukmeezy) (thugged out) (fo' sheezy)
Real playaz do what they want to
Real thugz gon' hustlin
[ verse 2: yukmouth ]
Hop in the ranger rover, mob, thrustin this out my car
Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star
Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars
Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads
Havin ménage-? trois, x-ed out on the celly with todd
"short dog, what's up? " he told me roger troutman passed
I hollered, my shit about to crash
Copped a block of hash, an ounce of grass
Damn! poppin crystal, poured me a glass
Then poured the whole rest of the bottle out on the flo' for yo' ass
This's for my nigga roger, the godfather of futuristic funk
Here's the ganja, get it crunk
Twist the skunk, hit it once
And keep that shit movin and
Thug niggas do what they want to, and busta niggas do what you're doin
I went from rags to riches, bagged bitches, jags and 6's
To droppin a solo album that's sellin more than the last shit did
I got the streets and ave's addicted