Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia - Playstation songtekst
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[Intro] Yeah mayne, yeah mayne These motherfuckin suckers up in here playin these motherfuckin games man Ain't nuttin but a hoe-ass nigga man and you know it~! Put your finger on his motherfuckin fo'head and push that sucker head back man And tell that nigga man, tell that nigga [Interlude] You a - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE Nigga - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE You a - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE Nigga - HOEEEEE, nigga - HOEEEEE, here's what'cha do! [Chorus: repeat 2X] Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation Play wit'cha Playstation, play wit'cha Playstation Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir) Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir) [Verse One] Niggaz think that I need 'em, I'm the one that feed 'em I'm the one that lead 'em, I'm the one that freed 'em Nothin can subtract from me I make a hundred thousand daily Niggaz thinkin that they hurtin me, I'm the one that's payin me This ain't one man to grow on, real niggaz keep this in mind Never cash yo' pearls from off these snakes, and these fuckin swines Show less than necessary, keep these fakers off in the dark Half off these niggaz ain't happy for ya, over half wanna see you robbed Try to get yo' hook up, course you have to get your connect They ain't heard of the word love, they ain't heard of the word respect Never let 'em know what'chu got, don't work with friends, use enemies Bitch you wanna be me? Hoe don't play me [Interlude + Chorus] [Verse Two] You actin like you hard, and you say what you done robbed (hell naw!) You say you from the hood, and you claimin all the parts (hell naw!) I heard you sold a little dope but then I heard you didn't (hell naw!) I know you on the dog food, cause that's why you was itchin (hell naw!) They say you just a lil' bitch, a look can be deceivin (hell naw!) They say you carry a big gun, but I don't believe that either (hell naw!) And every girl you talk you make as if you knocked it up (hell naw!) Is you 16 on down, nigga what the fuck? (Naw!) I know you gotta make some ends, lie and shit to impress your friends Say you own a big boy Benz, did 20 years in pen Flaugin like you own own, flaugin cause you known known Don't you know I'm grown grown, and I crack yo' dome dome [Interlude + Chorus] [Interlude - to fade minus "here's what'cha do!"]