[ INTRO: Roger Troutman ]

	Spice 1

	Too $hort, yup

	Said I'm a real playa, yeah



	Real playa

	Playa

	Playa...



[ VERSE 1: Too $hort ]

Whoever try to buy a new Benz, spend money on your friends

Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends

Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, I'm a hustler

For the last 12 years I could never get enough of

That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch

Have you ever seen it? A big pile of green shit?

When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man

I do what I want, suckers do what they can

That's why I moved to the A, straight from the Bay

I'm still mackin bitches everyday, anyway

And if you don't like it, I don't give a fuck

I'ma still let my top down and turn this shit up

Nothin half on my business, keep gettin paid

If niggas stick together, maybe we'll live to see the day

When everybody keep ballin like me and my folks

Let these gold-diggin bitches count my spokes

Short Dog in the house

	

	[ CHORUS: Roger Troutman ]

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Real playaz)

	Suckaz do what they can

	(Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) (What they can do)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Yeah, real playaz)

	No time for strugglin

	(Real playaz, ha-ha-ha)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Short Dog)

	Suckaz do what they can

	(Yukmouth) (Yukmeezy) (Thugged Out) (Fo' sheezy)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	Real thugz gon' hustlin



[ VERSE 2: Yukmouth ]

Hop in the Ranger Rover, mob, thrustin this out my car

Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star

Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars

Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads

Havin mé–šage-?trois, x-ed out on the celly with Todd

"Short Dog, what's up?" He told me Roger Troutman passed

I hollered, my shit about to crash

Copped a block of hash, an ounce of grass

Damn! Poppin Crystal, poured me a glass

Then poured the whole rest of the bottle out on the flo' for yo' ass

This's for my nigga Roger, the godfather of futuristic funk

Here's the ganja, get it crunk

Twist the skunk, hit it once

And keep that shit movin and

Thug niggas do what they want to, and busta niggas do what you're doin

I went from rags to riches, bagged bitches, Jags and 6's

To droppin a solo album that's sellin more than the last shit did

I got the streets and ave's addicted

??? Swiss accounts, drunk as fuck in the stretch narrow strippers



	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Real playaz)

	Suckaz do what they can

	(Real playaz)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Plow!)

	No time for strugglin

	(Ha-ha-ha-ha, Thugged Out, fool)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Real playaz)

	Suckaz do what they can

	(Check it out, nigga)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Plow!)

	Real thugz gon' hustlin



[ VERSE 3: Spice 1 ]

I've come from More Bounce To The Ounce to Short Dog and Roger Troutman

Yukmouth, we thugged out for the money and all the power

Real niggas do what they want to, suckers do what the fuck they can

Self-ma-made-mu-muthafuckin-man

Poppin my collar, li-livin the hustler's dream

Ballers fiend for cream, pockets bust out the seams

Franklin and Grant is my dogs, I die for em

(Die for em) C-cry, lie, ride for em (ride for em)

Nigga, I know you heard it through the grapevine

I was out here doin it way too live

Doin way too much, I'm tryin to touch 40 million bucks

And flip a jet with some ???, about 14

Flop through your hood, bumpin this shit, smokin sticky green

Thugs be hustlin, muggin and puttin muscle in

No time for strugglin, keep your mind on bubblin

You can't see me through websites, but I still got 'computer love'

For my nigga Roger Troutman, cause he was ridin with real thugs

Nigga



	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Immortalized)

	Suckaz do what they can

	(Real thugs)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Real playaz)

	No time for strugglin

	(Westside, nigga)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Immortalized)

	Suckaz do what they can

	(For life

	Check it out, nigga)

	Real playaz do what they want to

	(Plow!)

	Real thugz gon' hustlin

	(Westside)



	Real playaz

	(Immortalized)



	Real playaz



	Real Playaz

	Baby, baby, baby

	Ooh yeah

	Spice 1's a real playa, baby

	Yeeeaaah

	You gotta keep on

	Don't you know 

	Don't you know you better watch yourself

	You better watch yourself

	You better watch yourself

	You know you got to be...

	Yeah

	Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga

	Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga

	Spice 1 gon' tell you how it's really goin' down

	Yeah



	Real playa

	Playa

	Playa

	Playa...