Kurupt - Play My Cards Lyrics
(to) (to) (to)(to the tic)(to the tic-tic) --> slick rickYeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeahKurupt young gottiHell yeahRaw dawgYou knowYou know meRaw dawg assassinComin atcha, babyCat, kick it inKick it in[ verse 1 ]Pull up...Soon as I park shit sparksSpit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitationSpit sparks till shits dark foreverWhats up, homieWhy you walkin up on me?Postin up in the shadeWe can draw or get paidYou aint movin not a thing, homeboyClick em with automatics and automatic toysBounce, rock, rollerskatinDippin down the streets on platinum daytons(yo, what up? )Im just a geeOh yeah, thats meDont forget itAct like you knew it fore I set itI put the needle on top of the waxBefore I turn aroundAnd burn everything to the groundI seen it cominA fool over to the right gunninThe homies whistledWe all draw pistols[ chorus ]Gotta stay in chargeGotta play my cardsOn the grind all day, babeOh, gots to get paid[ verse 2 ]You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit?Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit(what you talkin bout? ) everybodys got questions and shit(hey yo, whats up with...? ) mutha*****as questionin shit(shut the ***** up, homie) worryin bout me and my wife(my wife) all I wanna do is live my life(thats all) raise up off me, homie(yeah) ease back softly, homie(check it out) Im a gee from the d.p.g.And no matter what you say, you cant ***** with meHey loco, I see you wanna loc outCoastin, movin in locomotionIn the cut dippin, the homeboys trippinSpittin, waitin for a shot to get calledThe homie spit a plot to usThen passed the 16-shots to usUh-u-uhUh-u-uhUh-u-uh[ verse 3 ]I got scams for hundreds of grammsMe and my man, me and my pistol, a planFor about aWhole ki load of some powderStashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in>from the front to the back, and packinPull the strap and start clappinIm about to move a little somethinA little sumptin-sumpinFor the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpinHit the liquor store, I wanna get paidA fifth of hen, then back to the shadeWhat you got, smoke, loc, lets blaze upLet me get a toke, loc, and lets raise upPunks stop and get popped when funk popIm worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or hes notInternational like [? ? ? ]You can feel meIn the real way[ chorus ]*****es, get your ride on, onKurupt young gottiRaw dawgJust get your ride onJust get your ride on, homieMy nigga battlecatHa-haJust get your ride on, homie(to the tic-ticAnd you dont quitHit it)This is for the ridersRidersThe ridersHustlersHustlersThe hustlersThis is the one, baby!(tic-toc)(ya) (ya) (ya dont)(ya) (ya) (ya) (ya dont stop) (stop) (stop)*****
