Playa Man (Explicit)歌词-Spice 1

Playa Man (Explicit)歌词由Spice 1演唱，出自专辑《The Best of Spice 1， Vol. 2 (Explicit)》，下面是《Playa Man (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Playa Man (Explicit)歌词完整版

Playa Man (Explicit) - Spice 1

Can you love a playa man

Can you love a playa man

Can you love a playa man baby

Can you really love a playa man

I twirl the wheel of my caddy with my middle finger

Bellin' up out the hooptie mobbin' with my pants sagin'

I smokin' on some of that Crush nasty with a G limp

It's the born to die the S-P-I

Playa status since an OG since Lee High

Sportin' a G hat with the short brim

Mr giggity-gangsta hustler baller

Whatever you wanna calla

Straight playa up in this game

Puttin it down for all ya haters

Killin' æ ¹m softly raisin' æ ¹m off me

Keepin' it real so they can't fade me

Up in the 9-sick

I kick back and roll a Vega up

Rollin with the Hennesy

Champaign and Remmy up in my cup

Livin' like a baller but I'm still a G

Soakin up game in the East Bay street

Stackin that fetti S-P-I-C-E

Can you love a playa man

The game is deeper than Atlantis

So homie don't go in the water without your harpoon

You swimmin' at your own risk

Cuz in the bay ain't no parana

But you can get your body ate up

When you get to flossin up in that Lexus potna

Look what the tied washed in

That's what the people say

Spiggity One straight OG up out the dirty bay

Straight out the water

Finna wet you up and leave your body soaked with some of that redrum

So come on come one and come on dem all

And watch them bodies fall

S-P-I-C-E comin' with that hard to kill a blow

Smile in your face all the while they wanna take your place

I was strapped with a gun case

But now I'm back out on the paper chase

Spittin' æ ¹m game

And I'm usin' my mouth piece like Ron O'Neil

The G from back in the day

They always say I spit the real

Keepin' these haters out of my pockets

And always watchin' my spine

The role of a playa is force and still looks out for mine

CAN you love a playa man

S-P-I-C-E be stackin fetti fetti

See I be stackin' ballin'

Since way way back in the day

The bay area

My play area

Ain't no crips or bloods

But if you cross game then I'm gone carry ya

Up out the gangsta party quicker than you can think

Rolexes upon the wrist and diamonds on the pinky playa

Poppin' the cork on champaign

Hundred dollars a bottle

We roll in benzes and coups as if we won Lotto

Don't let me hear you talk bad about a playa name

Cuz if you get your scratch on haters gone do the same

Can you love a playa man