Nas – Play On Playa Lyrics

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Uh, light something, stop fronting

[Verse 1: Nas]
How much money's enough? Think maybe like a trillion figures
Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton sisters
That'd kill me yo, filthy rich
My daughter pass it onto the next generation

Throwin' carnations at my tombstone
In my new home, meet mom's in my Yves Saint Laurent suit on
Then we do a dance
Like my man Luther jam, but my verse came first

I stole change out her purse, now I wanna dig her up
Outta the earth,
too morbid, lean forward
Toward a new paragraph,
Blue carrots, D-class
Strictly that kush in the weed bags
Tryna' figure out what Barry Gordie had put in production
Studio's smokey now, hard like Davin Ruffin
Hit a spliff through a seance, and uh
Play on, playa

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta' get your papes on, playa on playa
Before it's all gone sip Don, tip waiters
Do y'all thing, menage, swing, baby
Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your pape's on, play on playa
Get your pape's on, play on playa
Get your pape's on...

[Verse 2: Nas]
Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose
Rubies in the Jesus piece, pimped out like Snoopy
But a East Coast thing,
my girl's stocking
Tied up in a knot top of my bean head

Billion dollar dream head, went from triple beams to digitals
Servin' fiends to minimal, sixty G's

No criminal, no mo', just mo' dough
Mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings
On fingers while your girl performs cunnilingus
Cause' this big money aroma lingers
Barber cleans his blade, then they give me a fade
Hot towel on the face,
hot models who vomit
After they eat so they can stay lightweight

Swallowin' my protein like an Ovaltine shake
Come through like Mo Green from Godfather, so clean
Where I step I 'Clorox it',
keep twenty G's
On both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets
Eighty thou to browse for the nicest price
But we ain't into buyin' conflict ice
That's the shit they stole from the Congo, and other black soil

True mack fo' you, nappy hair just spinning
Honey gave me a massage with a happy ending
Finest females I just came on and sprayed her
Got to get your pape's on, play on playa

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Snoop]
It's kinda hard for a playa like you
But let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue
What ya never do is punk out, what you better do
Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view
Better yet, a better crew
, praise God, I'm a marry you
Get ya holy, carry you, bury you, slowly
Roll me another blunt, stuff it
Lick it, puff it, tuck it, fuck it
That man, that game, that thing it busts
In D-O-Double-G we trust!
Yup, yup, young loc with the two steps
He creepin' with tha two Tec's, they sleepin' with two chicks
Right before we blast all you heard was two clicks (Bloaw!)
End of existence, for instance, rewind, replay it
Re-chop it, remix it, re-twist it

Goddamn D-O-Double-G, cuz, we missed it!
Travel slow, I'm an Indian, but not a Navajo
I smoke the big leaf, end all the big beefs
My hair in two braids, I'm the big chief

La-da-da, be-da-ba-da...
Yeah, break that down, how fresh you are?
The king from Queens, Mr. Escobar
Connect with the best from the West, yes-yes, you are
Oh my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas

Playa, play on

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