Mase - Platinum Plus Lyrics
[jermaine dupri]Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell em who we is)Yeah, yeah, yeahThey call me, when thay wanna get they dough upCall me, when they wanna see shit blow upFreessshhhFrom the floor upAnd ya know what? Im sick wit it the shit dont slow upIma see it, want it, drop it, cop catGet it, stay on it, dont stop catIn the big chair wit the big hat screamin yall wanna floss wit us?Where the ***** you at? from the south side, ruff rydeNo one will*****in wit us, is a done dealAnd yall gotta hate huh?cuz its to much weight for oneAnd yall aint havin no funGot a whole beat team tryin to do what I doWhole street team tryin do what I doLike what? double countin me out?Forget it, Im the best that ever done it, need to check and reck[chorus: jd and cross together](uh, uh, uh, uh)Ruff ryders, be on tours for thisAll out, make ya dance til ya fall outSo so def make it hot to deathYou aint platinum plus? you aint *****in wit usRuff ryders, be on tours for thisAll out, make ya dance til ya fall outSo so def make it hot to deathYou aint platinum plus? you aint *****in wit us[cross]Now, money aint never been a thing ta meIm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3Ot, I got cake with a c and a dOn the wrist is a ice band capitol b, small vIm *****in with the don chi chiIm a p-i-m-p, you cant tempt me (uh)Check the ice and the clarity, its cake like the lotteryPlaya dont lie ta me, your stash couldnt cover meWhat a playa wannabe, neck light in risavieHoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozenI like short-a-y, but I wouldnt, mind her cousinIts a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit *****inUhh!!Ruff ryders, be on tours for thisAll out, make ya dance til ya fall outSo so def make it hot to deathYou aint platinum plus? you aint *****in wit usRuff ryders, be on tours for thisAll out, make ya dance til ya fall outSo so def make it hot to deathYou aint platinum plus? you aint *****in wit us[ma$e]Cmon, cmon, cmonWe be the best harlem niggaz 80s to latelyThink of po wop, mickey bonz and a-zFresh ritz zit, kevin giles and dbAnd at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say meIm the best that ever did it, got a way wit itPut grannie on the stand, shell never say who did itIm from where, even the gangstas live to,Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch bootsCats change they name, to phil like a giantI treat rap like packs, role dills on consignmentThis is for cats hummin crack, *****in and parkinAll the grimie niggaz who got generous heartsGot a brother doin life, to see him is hard*****in wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin wit sharksMy niggaz chase cake, play some infa-redsSome niggaz in the state, some is in the fedsSpit shit at niggaz that might erase they headAnd role miserable niggaz who cant wait to be deadAll out, ruff ryde motha*****a, all outWanna flow beyatch? Ruff ryders, be on tours for thisAll out, make ya dance til ya fall outSo so def make it hot to deathYou aint platinum plus? you aint *****in wit usRuff ryders, be on tours for thisAll out, make ya dance til ya fall outSo so def make it hot to deathYou aint platinum plus? you aint *****in wit us[cross]Uh, yeahSwizz beatzWe them niggaz in the streetsAll out, jdWho you with?Double r motha*****a, uhUh-huh, yeah, yeahCross
