Playa Man

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

Bailin' up outta the hooptie, mobbin' with my pants saggin'

I'm smokin' on that crunch nasty with a G limp

It's the one that got the SPI

With the player status of an OG since knee high

Sportin' a G hat with the short brim, Mister Giggity Gangsta

Hustler, baller, whatever you wanna call it

Straight player up in this game, puttin' it down for all you haters

Killin' 'em softly, raisin' 'em off me, keepin' it real so they can't fade us

Up in the nine sick, I kicks back and roll the Vega up

Hit with the Hennessy, champagne and Rémy up in my cup

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

Soakin' up game in the East Bay streets, stackin' that fatty S-P-I-C-E

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?

The game is deeper than Atlantis

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

You swimmin' at your own risk

'Cause in the Bay ain't no piranha

But you can your body ate

When you get to flossin' up in that Lexus, partner

"Look what the tide washed in," that's what the people say

Spiggity 1, straight OG up out the dirty bay

Straight out the water

Finna wet you up and leave your body

Soaked with some of that red rum

So come all, come one and come one an' dem all

And watch dem body fall

S-P-I-C-E come, we're gettin' hard to kill, all

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

I was stuck with a gun case, but I'm back out on the paper chase

Spittin' the game and I'm usin' my mouthpiece like Ron O'Neal

The G from back in the day, they always say I spit the real

Keepin' these haters up outta my pockets and watchin' my spine

The role of a player is force but still looks out for mine

Can you love a playa man?

Eastside playa

Can you love a playa man?

(Got the hops on they trunk but they still don't know)

Can you love a playa man?

(Eastside playa)

Can you really love a playa man?

No, no, no, no

S-P-I-C-E, we stackin' fetty, fetty, see I be stackin'

Ballin' 'cause I been hustlin' this game since way, way back in the day

Bay Area my play area

Ain't no Crips or Bloods, but if you cross game, we gon' carry ya

Up out the gangster party quicker than you can think

Rolexes up on the wrist and diamonds up on the pinky, player

Poppin' the cork on champagne, hunnid dollars a bottle

We roll in Benzes and coups as if we won the lotto

Don't let me hear you talk bad up on a player's name

'Cause when you get the scratch on, haters gon' do the same

Can you love a playa man?

(Sock pimpin' we up)

Can you love a playa man?

(Just a playa)

Can you love a playa man, baby?

Just a playa

Can you really love a playa man?

No, no, no, no, no

Can you love a playa man? (No, no, no, no, no, no)

Can you love a playa man? (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Can you love a playa man? (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Can you really love a playa man? (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Baby, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no