Playa 2 Playa (The Rompalation) - Mac Dre

Yeah, what’s up?

This one love, this playa to playa

This Mac Dre and Mac Mall

Finna overtake all y’all

Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down

And make them haters sit down

And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down

And represent what’s been lackin', playas

It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas

I be that five-hundred-thirty-five percent

Niggas sessed out every time I rhyme

Backwood twister, it’s Strictly SES on mine

Takin' my pictures with saucy Caddies in a line

Fuck the world, nigga, I’m gonna spend this good green

On some rope and fully things

Spittin' throwaway O’s and pipe dreams

Got a crew full of playas and they all like me

So don’t speak to my 5 if a choppa in reach

I’m representin' young titans, soldiers, playas feel shit I’m writin'

We flow straight dope and well you’re just another client

So kick in before you get your door kicked in

Crestsiders, boy, we at it again

All up in your shit, tellin' muthafuckers ‘strip'

Cuddie, oh, they didn’t know this a muthafuckin' lick

So you can fuck with the mob or don’t fuck around at all

Some wise words from young Mac ass Mall

Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down

And make them haters sit down

And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down

And represent what’s been lackin', playas

It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas

Hand me the rap tapes, what a Mac made for them suckas to see

That all them late ass niggas really can’t fuck with me, see

I’m M.D., the, V-Town governor

A title well-earned because I be keepin' ‘em lovin' a

Candy-coated thing that be sweeter than Reese’s

See, niggas like me is endangered species

How many niggas you know that can flow and keep it really real?

Be on that hoe, and when she owe, boy, I’mma spill

That uncut and untuck po pimpin' ass game

But I won’t buck and won’t touch ‘til I’m up in a Range

See, I’m lovin' livin' lavish, cuddie, so when I ain’t splurgin'

I’m goosin' up the cabbage in her mind like a brain surgeon

I ain’t hurtin', you know I’m stackin' them dollars

Comin' fresh out the pen strikin' brand new Impalas

Givin' it up to my folks and them know, boy, the Country Club

Givin' up the dope so they can soak off this funky dub

Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down

And make them haters sit down

And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down

And represent what’s been lackin', playas

It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas

See, I’m a, half hog, other half cold Crest dog

Saucy pit, super hard on a bitch

I switch hoe tricks like Nikes and Guess fits

Baby pop that lip soon to see the payment

You might catch me bent, dunkin' broads like Kemp

We be smokin' roper, she be suckin' Mall’s dick

We be ridin' Caddy, know that hoe notch quick

When we hit the Carquinez, baby, drink that shit

If I’m too hoggish for y’all, please excuse my penmanship

But I’m from that Country Club where we mob and pull licks

Muthafuckas can’t see Mall, I’m jumpin' for that gang green, y’all

I’m a creeper, tie you up in your drawers

Playa to playa y’all gotta put this shit down

And make them haters sit down

And bitches kick down, y’all niggas get down

And represent what’s been lackin', playas

It’s the Crest, the combination of two mackin' playas

When I step to the mic, suckas close they eyes

‘Cause they ain’t tryna see me expose the lies

I see niggas frontin' and I step to ‘em

‘Cause I’m true to the game, mayne, I gotta do ‘em

That fake shit that they spit is play shit and gay shit

And Dre spit is they shit, you never hear me say shit

That’s ruthless or truthless, that punk shit is useless

I spill the real with skill, niggas can’t juke this

I shoots this, and when I demonstrate

I don’t perpetrate, duplicate or imitate

Raps I originate, saps I eliminate

‘Cause all the women hate when niggas tend to fake

Man, I’m finna shake, the fakes and frauds

Stick to the script and break some broads

‘Cause that’s the way you do it when you out that Bay

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