歌词
Yo JT, tell them to give me a 7-Up, man
Ay, that bitch trippin', man
Shit
Ay, bring us some drinks, ho!
Man, that show was live than a motherfucker
They was lovin' us, baby boy
Man, they was lovin' this shit
Man, they can't fuck with this Bay Area shit, man
That's a trip, though, man
Back at home they don't even be actin' like that, though
Man, why is that, man?
Man, these motherfuckers be playa hatin' all day, man
Oh, man
I can't even understand that
Richmond and Frisco done hooked up on some dope, man
Ay, they can't fuck with this shit, though
You know what I'm sayin'?
Get Low
Ay
We straight comin' up for the 9-4
We finna take it to the next level, man
That's real
Check the sickness, forget this game that you're missin'
So I understand you had a plan to rip up potential
Playas in the game without no shame to fault me
Realize they surprised that you tried to assault me
I back the four, yeah, I seen you comin'
Doin' a hundred or more runnin', so now I'm gunnin'
If you try to play them playas, nigga, then you gettin' played
Keepin' my game tight, so sharp like a razor blade
Afraid of who, is what you ask me
Just because you got your MAC-10 ready to blast me
And pass me up as if you didn't know
Representin' Get Low, P nigga, hit the floor
Sideways through the cut with the gold ones spinnin'
Suckers jealous 'cause they know the P is deep up in it
On my way to Fillmoe to see JT
We ain't set trippin', it's all about some dope beats
But you got to watch your back for them perpetrators
Imitators, man, I mean playa haters
You know the type, they're quick to fuckin' give you dap
And all the while, they're ready to fuckin' peel your cap
And if you don't understand, don't test me
'Cause the P ain't livin' fuckin' happy
I'll leave some motherfuckin' flowers at your gravesite
And make love to your bitch almost every night
Caught you slippin' and you die like a perpetrator
In your tombstone, should read "Playa Hater"
I ain't sayin' no names
It's a lot of playa haters ain't true to the game
Playa haters in your face wanna talk and laugh
Same fool in the hood with a ski mask
Don't move, don't budge, don't even flinch
Caught you slippin' so they goin' for your dividends
Out to put you on your back as they get your scratch
'Cause they know a nigga like you is livin' fat
And as you stroll and unfold 'cause life is cold
But don't trip 'cause that's just a bad episode
That life in the ghetto ain't no joke
And sometimes you die in this game for sellin' dope
But if you don't sell dope then you gotta kick it
And them same hoes, they wanna fuckin' kick it
Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to this?
It's the young baby boy comin' with that flyin' shit
Get you higher than that chronic, that real
That shit that niggas feel
Comin' from your shoulders or you're reachin' for your steel
Might knock out your grill as I step away like nothin' happened
Pick up my mic and then a nigga get to rappin'
Somethin' like the cold makin' all these hoes some bitches
Not even these playa haters can identify my sickness
You take your witness to a ghetto trial, who ran wild
And caught myself, hit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth
From the previous part of the city by the Bay
Bustin' rhymes, droppin' nines, strivin' simply for a payday
Hatters best to make way, before I break 'em down
With the O.G. Russell shicker when this shit don't don't tickle
I sure ain't fickle and I ain't no buster
You playa hatin' niggas better stay away from a real hustler
And it's like that for the 9-4, nigga
And it's like that, and it's like that
And you playa hatin' niggas don't like that
And it's like that, and it's like that
And you playa hatin' niggas don't like that
And it's like that, and it's like that
And you playa hatin' niggas don't like that
I ain't sayin' no names
It's a lot of playa haters ain't true to the game
