Young Playah Songtext / Lyric

Kick back while I romp, rap, perk, and get keyed

I got a fifth of heem and some hurt ya dick weed

Taking fat sips of the hennesey

And if I aint drunk now, I'm finna be

Its the cold crest capper on the microphone

Making sucka sounding punks straight leave it alone

From the G-H-E-TT-O, land of the freaky hoe

Where niggas get the cock, bust a nut, say beep me hoe

No time for kickin' it, niggas be dickin' it

No money for movies hoe, so dont even mention it

'Cause times are too rough, its hard to do stuff

The crack'll slack, I need to try some new stuff

I need to start packin', dressin' in black and

Come out after 12 with my gat and start jackin'

Cars with beat, taking money from freaks

And even jack that motherfucka on the corner who geeks

I gotta survive and try to stay alive hoe

Life is like cracker jacks but money's the prize though

24-7 on a get mail mission

Times are getting crazy but you dont listen

Young brothas grow up, become tight and thangs

Just a few close niggas the rollers call 'em a gang

I cant understand how these devils think

I need to get my nine and cold take me a drink

And get sick wit it, they cant get wit it

They need to eat my ass, and suck some dick wit it...

One more time back at you

With a nice smooth beat to rap to

Its young MD from the romp baby

And I'm on my way to the top baby

I got a one way ticket, theres not return

And sucka MC's better wait your turn

'Cause I'm a fly young brotha with a gift of gab

And bitch dont let it get ya mad

I be straight shift strikin', and never would I be hikin'

Lots of dank, and lots of drank is what a nigga be likin'

Straight romp bandit, the rollers cant understand it

When they run up in my house and come out empty handed

UGH, they cant touch Dre

'Cause I'm a cold crest creeper makin' much pay

Doin' it the only way I know how

And these many of styles, got me on top of the pile

Makin' M-A-I-L, hear what I spell

Rollers try to keep me in they J-A-I-L

But I B-A-I-L, spending my mail

Just to get out of the C-E-LL...

Last... but not least

Mac muthafuckin' Dre is on the mic G

Listen party people as I get dumb

I got stupid dope lyrics let me spit 'em

It's the riggity riggity riggity romp stizzar

You know hoes wanna ride in my cizzar

But none never ever get fizzar

Maybe 'til there is no stizzar

'Cause its P-I-M-P-I-N-G

Hoe come pay me my money

'Cause the D-I-C-K dont come free

As long as I got you I wont slang the D

'Cause I'm too damn vicious, you cant get wit this

You wont get kisses, you'll just get dick bitch

Its MD on the mic hoe

And never say never 'cause you might blow

For some of you hoes it might take some time

But when I spit that rhyme and cold blow your mind

Fuck you for a while then take a nap

Then you're waking me up blowing me off the map

Put on my clothes and I'm on my way

And you wish you wouldnt've fucked with the mac named Dre...

"and my number one rule is run up through it"