We Came 2 Play (feat. AMG & James Debarge)

Aye, can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)

Say gangsta shit (Gangsta shit)

Can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)

Say gangsta shit (I ain't sayin' it no more)

We 'bout to step up, and move on, you know

We 'bout to step up, and move on, ha-ha

We 'bout to step up, and move on, you know

We 'bout to step up

Now I still be knockin' bitches like it ain't shit

Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hit

Whether I'm in Dada jeans or crepe-silk slacks

Flyness be the reason that my shit cracks

'Cause when I'm on the beats, I'm fuckin' all y'all up

Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts

I made you so saditty, bitches wanna shake y'all butts

And make you ballin' **** wanna grab your lux

Hangin' with bangin' **** that bring the heat for real

And if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats, no deal

'Cause I negotiate everything with no fuss

Spend twenty G's on my record, it's gold plus

Fuckin' every competitor on the stage up

Then I come to your city and get laid up

Give it everything I got to stay paid up

And if you feelin' a ****, then say what?

As we move towards the light

With broads on our right

And haters to the left, we part the way

Both our sides are pristine

With real ability

From the cage to the stage, we come to play

AMG, let 'em know

Wit' more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q seesaw

Stick or slim, I clown hoes wit' a hee-haw

Relax, the Rollie's real

Cartier tank, platinum and steel

I'll buzz up in the club, now I'm up on the hill

Headquarters, look at how we're footin' the bill

Crème de la crème, who you with, baby girl? Him?

Hop yo' ass in the rag Jag, come  to the gym

I ain't wit' you for love, uh-uh

'Cause if it wasn't me, you'd probably be callin' me a scrub

But you love the marble tubs, and the marble flows

You's a copper bitch, tryna be a platinum ho

Paint yo' toes, and don't nobody wear no Girbauds no mo'

Take that shit back, baby, have a six pack

I can't even say no more, where my dick at?

As we move towards the light

With broads on our right

And haters to the left, we part the way

Both our sides are pristine

With real ability

From the cage to the stage, we come to play

Aye, we been doin' this shit since we was little boys

So don't even trip us, ****

Do your own shit

Gettin' down for the crown ain't a puzzle to me

And you bitch **** can't put a muzzle on me

'Cause when I'm gone on the vodka and the grape juice

I make the world rock when I let a tape loose

They say ghetto **** is desperate and we shiesty

But I turn down every celebrity bitch I see

Choppin' game with my ****, Mr. AMG

And poppin' dames in the coochie if it's F-A-T, fo' sho'

Tres, zero, cuatro, I gotcho

Lady friends with new Mercedes, mint

All five double-O's, watch these pretty toes

Hoes gettin' liquified, mystified

Stick and slide if I mince my ride

I'ma play you forever, wood and the leather

Me and DJ Q, and the rest of the crew

(Quik and AMG, yeah, it's plain to see)

We make G's like Donald T, bitch

As we move towards the light

With broads on our right

And haters to the left, we part the way

Both our sides are pristine

With real ability

From the cage to the stage, we come to play

And play well

We come to play

How you gon' play without us, baby?

We do our thing

Ten years in the game

And ain't nothing changed

Q, tell 'em how we feel