Play My Cards lyrics

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Send "Play My Cards" Ringtone to your Cell (To) (to) (to) (To the tic) (To the tic-tic) --> Slick Rick Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Kurupt Young Gotti Hell yeah Raw Dawg You know You know me Raw Dawg Assassin Comin atcha, baby Cat, kick it in Kick it in [ VERSE 1 ] Pull up... Soon as I park shit sparks Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation Spit sparks till shit`s dark forever What`s up, homie Why you walkin up on me? Postin up in the shade We can draw or get paid You ain`t movin not a thing, homeboy Click em with automatics and automatic toys Bounce, rock, rollerskatin Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons (Yo, what up?) I`m just a gee Oh yeah, that`s me Don`t forget it Act like you knew it `fore I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before I turn around And burn everything to the ground I seen it comin A fool over to the right gunnin The homies whistled We all draw pistols [ CHORUS ] Gotta stay in charge Gotta play my cards On the grind all day, babe Oh, gots to get paid [ VERSE 2 ] You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit? Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit (What you talkin bout?) Everybody`s got questions and shit (Hey yo, what`s up with...?) Muthafuckas questionin shit (Shut the fuck up, homie) Worryin bout me and my wife (My wife) All I wanna do is live my life (That`s all) Raise up off me, homie (Yeah) Ease back softly, homie (Check it out) I`m a gee from the D.P.G. And no matter what you say, you can`t fuck with me Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out Coastin, movin in locomotion In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called The homie spit a plot to us Then passed the 16-shots to us Uh-u-uh Uh-u-uh Uh-u-uh [ VERSE 3 ] I got scams for hundreds of gramms Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan For about a Whole ki load of some powder Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in >From the front to the back, and packin Pull the strap and start clappin I`m about to move a little somethin A little sumptin-sumpin For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin Hit the liquor store, I wanna get paid A fifth of Hen, then back to the shade What you got, smoke, loc, let`s blaze up Let me get a toke, loc, and let`s raise up Punks stop and get popped when funk pop I`m worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he`s not International like [???] You can feel me In the real way [ CHORUS ] Bitches, get your ride on, on Kurupt Young Gotti Raw Dawg Just get your ride on Just get your ride on, homie My nigga Battlecat Ha-ha Just get your ride on, homie (To the tic-tic And you don`t quit Hit it) This is for the riders Riders The riders Hustlers Hustlers The hustlers This is the one, baby! (Tic-toc) (Ya) (ya) (ya don`t) (Ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don`t stop) (stop) (stop) Bitch Send " Play My Cards" Ringtone to your Cell Play My Cards lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Play My Cards lyrics @ ELyrics | Play My Cards lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Play My Cards lyrics @ Songlyrics | Play My Cards lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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