Testi Playa 4 Life - Rappin' 4-Tay, Master P

Playa 4 Life

Verse 1: Master P\nI started from the South, then I moved to the Bay\nGot Gs and a house, got carrow and some hay\nThem stalkers I be ballin\nFiends steady callin\nGot 0s from Frisco, Texas, Dallas, to New Orleans\nIn the game I’m on top\nNo more runnin from the cops\nCDs and cassettes in plastic bags just like rocks\nBig S on my Lex\nMillion dollar checks\nHotels and president suites, Alize, weed, and Moet\nIn the game to make scrilla, fuck being famous\nIndependent Black-owned like Andy and Amos\nChorus: Mater P\nI’m a playa 4 life\nA playa 4 life (uugghhh)\nI’m a playa 4 life\nVerse 2: Rappin' 4-Tay\nTwo bona-fide P-L-A-Y-As\nMaster P and Rappin' 4-Tay\nFrom New Orleans ballin' back up to the Bay\nWe keeps shakin' and breakin' these suckas\nTrue playas dont fuck with bustas\nIts No Limit baby, them West Coast Bad Boyz\nBest to check our tabloids\nBallin like Palo, can’t have no fake bitches on my squad\nI’m Rappin 4-Tay ain’t never made me none, givin Southside playas props\nGot more hoes than Swiss cheese — Nigga please\nOnce I pop these Ps on em\nAnd get to stackin these Gs on em — 360 degrees on em\nRumblin and bubblin'\nDone had enough of this so I’m strugglin'\nStill roll with mobstaz, steak and lobsters, haters be buggin\nBut they feelin me, I’m glistenin'\nHoes whistlin- this game so tight\nMaster P and Rappin' 4, playas for life\nChorus: (4-Tay)(4x)\nI’m a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life\n(From the South to the West, playas keep your game tight)\nBreak: 4-Tay\nMe and P from the 9−7 til the casket drop\nNo Limit and Rag Top\nKeepin em sprung like research monkeys, ya know?\nI’m a playa 4 life\nG status equals cabbage\nAnd about that Ra Ra?\nVerse 3:\nI tried to tell you mothafuckers but ya- ya wouldn’t listen to me\nThought it wouldn’t last, so take a blast\nBest to get with me\nCrazy, wanna knock me but can’t stop me\nFeds wanna lock me up\nBut I’mma keep stackin them presidents fool, ask me if I give a fuck\nGangstas mob to this\nPlayas ride to this\nDedicated to them hustlas late night stackin up on them grips\nGettin' cloudy-cloudy\nMan, y’all so rowdy-rowdy\nMuch love to that playa Master P because he bout it-bout it\nChorus: Master P\n(Bout it bout it)\nCuz we playas 4 life\nPlayas 4 life (4x)\nNiggas from the Bay and the South win right\nCuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life\nSo when you run up on us playas, y’all haters think twice\nCuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life (uugghh)\nOutro: Master P\nNigga, playas 4 life, ya heard me?\nRappin' 4-Tay, Master P, big Franky J hookin it up baby\nWe signin off nigga, bout to jump on Delta nigga\nTakin trips all around the dizorld, I mean the wizorld nigga\nSlangin that shit, cheddar cheese nigga\nEven y’all haters buyin this shit nigga\nY’all gotta check it out nigga\nCuz we playas 4 life (uugghh)\nNo Limit and Rag Top, feel it!\nPlayas 4 life!