Play on Playa (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Uh, light somethin', stop frontin' How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters That'd kill me yo, filthy rich My daughter pass it onto the next generation Throwing carnations at my tombstone In my new home, meet Mom's in my Yves St. Laurent suit on Then we do a dance Like my man Luther Jam, but my verse came first I stole change out her purse, now I wanna dig her up Outta the earth, too morbid, lean forward Toward a new paragraph, Blue carrots, D-Class Strictly that kush in the weed bags Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production Studio's smoky now, hard like David Ruffin Hit a spliff through a seance, and uh, play on playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on, playa Before it's all gone, sip Don, tip waiters Do y'all thing, ménage, swing, baby Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on, playa Get your papes on, play on, playa Get your papes on Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose Rubies in the Jesus piece, pimped out like Snoopy But an East Coast thing, my girl's stocking Tied up in a knot top of my bean head Billion dollar dream head, went from triple beams to digital Serving fiends to minimal, sixty G's No criminal, no mo', just mo' doe Mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings On fingers while your girl performs cunnilingus 'Cause this big money aroma lingers Barber cleans his blade, then they give me a fade Hot towel on the face, hot models who vomit After they eat so they can stay lightweight Swallowin' my protein like an Ovaltine shake Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean Where I step I 'Clorox it', keep twenty G's On both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets Eighty thou, browse for the nicest price But we ain't into buying conflict ice That's the shit they stole from the Congo, and other black soil True mack fo' you, nappy hair just spinning Honey gave me a massage with a happy ending Finest females I just came on and sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on, playa Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Gotta get your papes on, play on, playa Before it's all gone, sip Don, tip waiters Do y'all thing, ménage, swing, baby Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her Get your papes on, play on, playa It's kinda hard for a playa like you But let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue What you never do is punk out, what you better do Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view Better yet, a better crew, praise God, I'ma marry you Get ya holy, carry you, bury you, slowly Roll me another blunt, stuff it Lick it, puff it, tuck it, fuck it That man, that gang, that thing it busts In D-O-double-G we trust Yup, yup, young loc with the two steps He creepin' with two TEC's, they sleepin' with two chicks Right before we blast, all you heard was two clicks (Bloaw!) End of existence, for instance Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it, re-twist it Goddamn, D-O-double-G, cuz we missed it Travel slow, I'm an Indian, but not a Navajo I smoke the big leaf, end all the big beefs My hair in two braids, I'm the big chief La-da-da, be-da-be-da Yeah, break that down, how fresh you are? The king from Queens, Mr. Escobar Connect with the best from the West, yes-yes you are Oh my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas; playa, play on