Playin' the Game Lyrics
| Song | Playin' the Game |
| Artist | Grand Puba |
| Album | 2000 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I self lord and master | |
| Chorus：repeat 4x | |
| "you're playin a game.. it's all plain.." | |
| [puba] | |
| Uhh | |
| Here go the style to make the young girls smile | |
| They go wild when grand puba's on they radio dial | |
| Alamo hit me off with the butter cream | |
| Watch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams | |
| I'm gonna hit you where the drip go drop | |
| And make your whole body tickle as we smack the nine-nickel, so | |
| Here we come, here go that flow son | |
| I be the one who get it done and i ain't done until after honey come | |
| You see my flow is great, no greater | |
| If there's one thing i can't stand, it's a motherfuckin playa hater | |
| Cause they hungry like wally gator | |
| Why jealous niggaz try? i ain't woody and this ain't woodpecker pie | |
| Is it cause who we be | |
| They hear us on the radio and see us on tv | |
| Or just, playa hate us, be undercover | |
| Jealous cause we mc brothers | |
| That's the way, it, goes | |
| You know it's 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on | |
| Chorus | |
| [puba - over chorus] | |
| Yeah | |
| Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin? | |
| Cause they don't understand, you know? | |
| Playin that game, yeah | |
| See i'm the type of guy that'll say - hey baby, let's get away | |
| Let's go somewhere far, dig it | |
| Cause i'ma put it on the mornin, if it's on it's on | |
| When i'm goin i'm gone, it won't stop the dawn | |
| But i be careful cause the monster be lurkin | |
| Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don't be workin | |
| Some stinkbox are like that park called jurassic | |
| Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid | |
| So if you're playin them games, you best be careful | |
| Don't let the 5-1-6 make you dareful | |
| There you go, feelin good, you're out of town | |
| And it's one of those nights, you feel like gettin down | |
| You ain't choosy on the honey you picked | |
| No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick | |
| So you get down for your crown to represent | |
| Honey's runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent | |
| There you go, slidin raw dog again | |
| Now you're singin new edition song, "is this the end?" | |
| Chorus (repeat to fade) |
| I self lord and master | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| " you' re playin a game.. it' s all plain.." | |
| puba | |
| Uhh | |
| Here go the style to make the young girls smile | |
| They go wild when grand puba' s on they radio dial | |
| Alamo hit me off with the butter cream | |
| Watch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams | |
| I' m gonna hit you where the drip go drop | |
| And make your whole body tickle as we smack the ninenickel, so | |
| Here we come, here go that flow son | |
| I be the one who get it done and i ain' t done until after honey come | |
| You see my flow is great, no greater | |
| If there' s one thing i can' t stand, it' s a motherfuckin playa hater | |
| Cause they hungry like wally gator | |
| Why jealous niggaz try? i ain' t woody and this ain' t woodpecker pie | |
| Is it cause who we be | |
| They hear us on the radio and see us on tv | |
| Or just, playa hate us, be undercover | |
| Jealous cause we mc brothers | |
| That' s the way, it, goes | |
| You know it' s 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on | |
| Chorus | |
| puba over chorus | |
| Yeah | |
| Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin? | |
| Cause they don' t understand, you know? | |
| Playin that game, yeah | |
| See i' m the type of guy that' ll say hey baby, let' s get away | |
| Let' s go somewhere far, dig it | |
| Cause i' ma put it on the mornin, if it' s on it' s on | |
| When i' m goin i' m gone, it won' t stop the dawn | |
| But i be careful cause the monster be lurkin | |
| Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don' t be workin | |
| Some stinkbox are like that park called jurassic | |
| Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid | |
| So if you' re playin them games, you best be careful | |
| Don' t let the 516 make you dareful | |
| There you go, feelin good, you' re out of town | |
| And it' s one of those nights, you feel like gettin down | |
| You ain' t choosy on the honey you picked | |
| No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick | |
| So you get down for your crown to represent | |
| Honey' s runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent | |
| There you go, slidin raw dog again | |
| Now you' re singin new edition song, " is this the end?" | |
| Chorus repeat to fade |
| I self lord and master | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| " you' re playin a game.. it' s all plain.." | |
| puba | |
| Uhh | |
| Here go the style to make the young girls smile | |
| They go wild when grand puba' s on they radio dial | |
| Alamo hit me off with the butter cream | |
| Watch me run the ghetto scheme, givin all the honies wet dreams | |
| I' m gonna hit you where the drip go drop | |
| And make your whole body tickle as we smack the ninenickel, so | |
| Here we come, here go that flow son | |
| I be the one who get it done and i ain' t done until after honey come | |
| You see my flow is great, no greater | |
| If there' s one thing i can' t stand, it' s a motherfuckin playa hater | |
| Cause they hungry like wally gator | |
| Why jealous niggaz try? i ain' t woody and this ain' t woodpecker pie | |
| Is it cause who we be | |
| They hear us on the radio and see us on tv | |
| Or just, playa hate us, be undercover | |
| Jealous cause we mc brothers | |
| That' s the way, it, goes | |
| You know it' s 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on | |
| Chorus | |
| puba over chorus | |
| Yeah | |
| Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin? | |
| Cause they don' t understand, you know? | |
| Playin that game, yeah | |
| See i' m the type of guy that' ll say hey baby, let' s get away | |
| Let' s go somewhere far, dig it | |
| Cause i' ma put it on the mornin, if it' s on it' s on | |
| When i' m goin i' m gone, it won' t stop the dawn | |
| But i be careful cause the monster be lurkin | |
| Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don' t be workin | |
| Some stinkbox are like that park called jurassic | |
| Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid | |
| So if you' re playin them games, you best be careful | |
| Don' t let the 516 make you dareful | |
| There you go, feelin good, you' re out of town | |
| And it' s one of those nights, you feel like gettin down | |
| You ain' t choosy on the honey you picked | |
| No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick | |
| So you get down for your crown to represent | |
| Honey' s runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent | |
| There you go, slidin raw dog again | |
| Now you' re singin new edition song, " is this the end?" | |
| Chorus repeat to fade |
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