Whatsup Franky J (You know how we do it Bad Boy)
You think they ready for this Master P and 4-Tay hookup?
(I know they aint ready baby) Ya heard me
(Yeah, OGs) We gonna show them how Gs do it
(Rag Top and No Limit) How playas do it
(Pop that shit P)
I started from the South, then I moved to the Bay
Got Gs and a house, got carrow and some hay
Them stalkers I be ballin
Fiends steady callin
Got 0s from Frisco, Texas, Dallas, to New Orleans
In the game I'm on top
No more runnin from the cops
CDs and cassettes in plastic bags just like rocks
Big S on my Lex
Million dollar checks
Hotels and president suites, Alize, weed, and Moet
In the game to make scrilla, fuck being famous
Independent Black-owned like Andy and Amos
I'm a playa 4 life
A playa 4 life (uugghhh)
I'm a playa 4 life
Two bona-fide P-L-A-Y-As
Master P and Rappin' 4-Tay
From New Orleans ballin' back up to the Bay
We keeps shakin' and breakin' these suckas
True playas dont fuck with bustas
Its No Limit baby, them West Coast Bad Boyz
Best to check our tabloids
Ballin like Palo, cant have no fake bitches on my squad
I'm Rappin 4-Tay aint never made me none, givin Southside playas props
Got more hoes than Swiss cheese - Nigga please
Once I pop these Ps on em
And get to stackin these Gs on em - 360 degrees on em
Rumblin and bubblin'
Done had enough of this so I'm strugglin'
Still roll with mobstaz, steak and lobsters, haters be buggin
But they feelin me, I'm glistenin'
Hoes whistlin- this game so tight
Master P and Rappin' 4, playas for life
I'm a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life
(From the South to the West, playas keep your game tight)
Me and P from the 9-7 til the casket drop
No Limit and Rag Top
Keepin em sprung like research monkeys, ya know?
I'm a playa 4 life
G status equals cabbage
And about that Ra Ra?
I tried to tell you mothafuckers but ya- ya wouldnt listen to me
Thought it wouldnt last, so take a blast
Best to get with me
Crazy, wanna knock me but cant stop me
Feds wanna lock me up
But I'ma keep stackin them presidents fool, ask me if I give a fuck
Gangstas mob to this
Playas ride to this
Dedicated to them hustlas late night stackin up on them grips
Gettin' cloudy-cloudy
Man, y'all so rowdy-rowdy
Much love to that playa Master P because he bout it-bout it
(Bout it bout it)
Cuz we playas 4 life
Playas 4 life
Niggaz from the Bay and the South win right
Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life
So when you run up on us playas, y'all haters think twice
Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life (uugghh)
Nigga, playas 4 life, ya heard me?
Rappin' 4-Tay, Master P, big Franky J hookin it up baby
We signin off nigga, bout to jump on Delta nigga
Takin trips all around the dizorld, I mean the wizorld nigga
Slangin that shit, cheddar cheese nigga
Even y'all haters buyin this shit nigga
Y'all gotta check it out nigga
Cuz we playas 4 life (uugghh)
No Limit and Rag Top, feel it!
Whoop!
Huh?
That bitch got all that ass for us!
Man pull over that bitch gotta get a ticket!
1 - [Trick Daddy]
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is to fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is to fat
Repeat 1 (3x)
[Trina]
Dumps in the truck
Thighs like what?
Ain't nann hoe got more booty in the butt
Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a
THONG! TH-THONG! THONG! THONG!
I know you like the way the booty go
Like a pro
Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor
Turn on the cameras start the freak show
This ass even make Black Rob say whoa
I got a fat ass playa nigga can't pass up
Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up
Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna fuck?
Twenty g's for the nut
Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck
What? Y'all know what's up
Ain't nann hoe got more booty in the butt
Repeat 1 (4x)
Who got more ass than the average bitch?
You know it's the baddest bitch
Number ten in the face, slim in the waist
Fat in the ass, do you want a taste?
Pop to the bass I'mma make ya drop
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Trina fixin' ta make ya hot
Uh me and the girls hit the club and clown
Going back to the old school, Dodo Brown
M-I-A-M-I baby
Slip 'n' Slide and I'm going crazy
Cause my shit firm and tight, just right
And if the price is right I just might
Repeat 1 (4x)
Off glass with it
Fat ass with it
Gettin' cash with it
I throw my back in it, yeah
And I'mma shake what my mama gave me
Lil' mama don't play so you gotta pay me
I'm da baddest bitch, you gotta admit that
69? Boy, you know I'm with that!
And I'mma shake my money maker
I'mma shake this thing like a salt shaker
Cause ain't nothing wrong with the bump and grind
When I throw this thing up, jump behind
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Ride like a choo-choo train
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Lil' mama gonna do this thing
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Front, back, side to side
(Whoop! Whoop!)
That's how ya slip 'n' slide
What's up lil' daddy
Trick, the fat sack
Representin' for my girls wit the fat back
Repeat 1 (4x)
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by floyd jenkins (aka fred rose)
[d] I’ve got a blue [a7] love in my [d] heart
What can I do, love, with my [a7] heart
It’s got a [d] burnin’, [g] yearnin’ while we’re a-[d] part
I’ve got a blue [a7] love in my [d] heart.
So [d7] blue the [g] nights, so [g7] blue the [d] days
Why don’t you [g] write to [d] me and [a7] say;
You’ve [d] got a true [a7] love in your [d] heart
An "i’ll come thru love" in your [a7] heart
And stop this [d] burnin’, [g] yearnin’ while we’re a-[d] part
I’ve got a blue [a7] love in my [d] heart.
I’ve got an old flame in my heart
A solid-gold flame in my heart
I’m like a weepin’-willow, while we’re apart
I’ve got a blue love in my heart.
What can I do, where can I go
I never knew I loved you so;
I’ve got a blue love in my heart
What can I do love with my heart
I’m like a weepin-willow, while we’re apart
I got a blue love in my heart.
Blue love, why'd you have to go and make me sad and blue
Love, you're the only one I gave it to and
You can't believe that I'm dying for you
Can't you see I've been trying for you
I just can't stop this crying for you, ooh-ooh
They say you never know love until somebody leaves you
You never know love until your baby leaves you
You never know love until your loves turns to
Blue love, who could ever think that you would be untrue
Love, I'll do anything you want me to 'cause
You can't believe that I'm trying for you
Can't you see I've been crying for you
I just can't stop this crying for you, oh you
They say you never know love until somebody leaves you
You never know love until your baby leaves you
You never know love until your loves turns to blue
Tony:
I been hanging on such a long, long time
Waiting for the return of your smiling face
Chaka:
And the test and the time that changed every mind can't you see
That my world is an unhappy place
Tony:
Oh this love in my heart is tearing me apart
Chaka:
Need ya here wit me how happy we could be
Tony:
Together
Chaka:
Us forever
They say you never know love until somebody leaves you
You never know love until your baby leaves you
[Hook: Chamillionaire]
You know I stay stacking my cheddar, leaning back on the leather
With a ride or die chick, on my side
Nobody does it better, so somebody better tell ya
That you dealing, with a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my lap when I roll high
Now I'm back in the trap with four fpies, three macks on my lap and a fo'-five
Mo'fuckers ain't know I could rap fast, mo'fuckers ain't know I could stack cash
Lil' mama right there she got a fat ass, but you know Clover Geez don't trick cash
Now let me slow it down, for all you Screw heads
Don't call me Flipper, it's Mr. I Can Do Dat
Fuck a lay-away, if I like it I buy it
And if it's purple haze, if I like it I try it
I'm doing 85, on 2-88
The music so loud, my phone on vibrate
I missed like twenty calls, and two of em my dogs
And you guessed it right, the rest of em broads
[Hook]
[Lil' Flip]
Come with me and tour the globe, let me show you how it go
I'll take you out that Bebe, and put you in designer clothes
You'll be closing Phantom do's, and Dolce & Cabana clothes
The paparazzi waiting, when you stepping out that G4
G5 we fly, we high ah man
I bet your man, ain't never had a hundred grand
I be drunk every hour, I be high every minute
I be dodging the press, because my windows tinted
I'm a playa for real, diamonds lay on my grill
To get out my deal, I had to pay two mill
Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather
The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater
[Hook]
[Lil' Flip]
Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa
Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get that money out there
Them chicks in New York, cute but they talk rude
Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do
Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too
I got the chicks in the Lou, they hollin' what it do
Them Cali chicks, want a playa with that real do'
That's when I pull up in my drop, and let me grill show
[talking]
Ay-ay come ride-come ride-come ride
Ay, Southside for life
Ain't nobody do it like me, aaay
Blue love, why'd you have to go and make me sad and blue
Love, you're the only one I gave it to and
You can't believe that I'm dying for you
Can't you see I've been trying for you
I just can't stop this crying for you, ooh-ooh
They say you never know love until somebody leaves you
You never know love until your baby leaves you
You never know love until your loves turns to
Blue love, who could ever think that you would be untrue
Love, I'll do anything you want me to 'cause
You can't believe that I'm trying for you
Can't you see I've been crying for you
I just can't stop this crying for you, oh you
They say you never know love until somebody leaves you
You never know love until your baby leaves you
You never know love until your loves turns to blue
Tony:
I been hanging on such a long, long time
Waiting for the return of your smiling face
Chaka:
And the test and the time that changed every mind can't you see
That my world is an unhappy place
Tony:
Oh this love in my heart is tearing me apart
Chaka:
Need ya here wit me how happy we could be
Tony:
Together
Chaka:
Us forever
They say you never know love until somebody leaves you
You never know love until your baby leaves you
[Intro]
GO!!!(*echos*)(Elite!!)
Yeah, double R uh (wooo)
Come on, Crafty Plugz, what (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
What up Amaury, yeah (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
Haha, yeah, let's go, c'mon
[Chorus]
PEEL OFF
If you got a system in the trunk
Shoes on your whip and you rollin up a blunt
PEEL OFF
If you wild, racin for the dough
And the flag hits the floor and they yellin out GO!
PEEL OFF
If you see the pigs on your tail
Knowin if you get locked that you won't make bail
PEEL OFF
Whatchu gonna do
PEEL OFF
[Verse 1]
When I, cruise the strip you know that it's me
Split the crowd in half like Moses did to the seas
0 to 60 in 4 flat, make you look inferior
Funny how my throwback matches the interior
I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious
Can't catch me I'm "2 Fast 2 Furious" (Part two)
Bullshit walks and cash talks (What's that sound??)
My low pros burnin up the asphalt
Drop top Spyder in the summer I'm good
Lost your words soon as you look under the hood
Twin cam turbo, your man's in shock
Only words comin out your mouth (Damn that's hot!)
Got a spoiler on the back everytime I skate off
You thinkin it's a jet that's about to take off
Cash and pink slips, whole enchilada
Soon as the lights turn green, you know that you gotta
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got a, need for speed, I'm freezin up time
Wanna, race the kid, throw your keys on the line
I'm switchin gears, never brake for the curb
Cross the finish line twice before you make it to third
With a fly ass shorty in the passenger side
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
Y'all can't see me, peekin through the tinted windows
Just to get a glimpse of Francine Dee
Let the, haters talk, I've been called rumors
See me on the cover of the Import Tuner
Lookin at the skyline, I cocked for the race
Even got an Evo 8 that ain't dropped in the States
This ain't for no amateurs
Everytime I roll through hot imports nights it's lights, cameras
Action, you know who's the headline
Do a buck sixty everytime I redline
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't a damn thing stock, you see the difference is
I'm a Pioneer just like your system is
Two screens on the dash, you choose the best view
Wireless control for the PS2
Skip the bullshit, and the foolishness too
They say we Disturbin Tha Peace like Ludacris crew
You want war? I'm settlin' the score
No lookin back now put the pedal to the floor
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Outro]
All my people in the place to be, uh
Let me hear you say...(wooo)
Uh, if you rockin with me
Let me hear you say...(whaa*car drivin by*wooo)
Uh, double R, uh yeah (wooo)
Haha, oh c'mon
[Tyrese]
You ain't ready, I run these streets!!!
It is hard to hear what you're saying
And it is not because it's not loud
It's 'cause I know the truth remaining
And I'm not proud
'Cause I look to you to make me work harder
And now you have given up
And I think fear, time and pale love haven't faded
And I'm not sure what you're sure of
'Cause pale love is loose around the seams
Pale love is quiet, then it screams
Pale love covers over dreams
It pushes and it shoves
It's the worst thing I can think of
You deserve a heart that's bright
A home and an open road
You deserve to live at least until you're dead
And if this is the only thing you know
If you're looking for a pretty picture, look at her
And if you want to live the truth, look at me
Pretty soon all these big things won't matter
And you'll see your ghosts retreating
Showing you real love is lighter than air
Real love won't deny that it is there
Real love rises above
It's what you and I are made of
It's the calm within your heart
And it won't keep us apart
'Cause it's the way it's supposed to start
Real love, real love, real love
[Chorus: x6]
Im N Luv Wit Da Balla Life...Lemmie Sho U Whut We Ball Like.
[Bridge: x2]
Take Ya Blouse Off...(Take It Off, Take It Off) Now Take Ya Drawz Off...(Take It Off, Take It Off) So Take It All Off... Think I'm Finna Tear Dat Ass Up Like Its My 1st Piece Of Pussy Off.
[Verse 1:]
This One 4 Tha D-Boyz Wit Da Ice On They Arm. Zone 4- Kan't 4get Polow Da Don. Kan't Fuck Wit Ya Gurl Unless That Pussy Sho 'nuff Da Bomb....
[Pre-Chorus: x2]
Its On (Its On) On Ur Khrome (On Ur Khrome) & Its On & Its On & Its On & Its On...
[Chorus x6]
[Bridge x2]
[Verse 2:]
When I Step Up N Da Klub Dem Hoez B Screamin All On My Dick. U No Him.Rich Boi-He B Da Shit. Middle Finga 2 Dem Hataz Cuz I'm Pimpin Di Bitch.(My Dick)I C U, Baby. Fuck Dat Nigga U Wit. (U Wit)
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus x2]
[intro: Master P (4-Tay)]
Whatsup Franky J (You know how we do it Bad Boy)
You think they ready for this Master P and 4-Tay hookup?
(I know they aint ready baby) Ya heard me
(Yeah, OGs) We gonna show them how Gs do it
(Rag Top and No Limit) How playas do it
(Pop that shit P)
[verse 1: Master P]
I started from the South, then I moved to the Bay
Got Gs and a house, got carrow and some hay
Them stalkers I be ballin
Fiends steady callin
Got 0s from Frisco, Texas, Dallas, to New Orleans
In the game I'm on top
No more runnin from the cops
CDs and cassettes in plastic bags just like rocks
Big S on my Lex
Million dollar checks
Hotels and president suites, Alize, weed, and Moet
In the game to make scrilla, fuck being famous
Independent Black-owned like Andy and Amos
[chorus: Mater P]
I'm a playa 4 life
A playa 4 life (uugghhh)
I'm a playa 4 life
[verse 2: Rappin' 4-Tay]
Two bona-fide P-L-A-Y-As
Master P and Rappin' 4-Tay
From New Orleans ballin' back up to the Bay
We keeps shakin' and breakin' these suckas
True playas dont fuck with bustas
Its No Limit baby, them West Coast Bad Boyz
Best to check our tabloids
Ballin like Palo, cant have no fake bitches on my squad
I'm Rappin 4-Tay aint never made me none, givin Southside playas props
Got more hoes than Swiss cheese - Nigga please
Once I pop these Ps on em
And get to stackin these Gs on em - 360 degrees on em
Rumblin and bubblin'
Done had enough of this so I'm strugglin'
Still roll with mobstaz, steak and lobsters, haters be buggin
But they feelin me, I'm glistenin'
Hoes whistlin- this game so tight
Master P and Rappin' 4, playas for life
[chorus x4: 4-Tay]
I'm a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life, a playa 4 life
(From the South to the West, playas keep your game tight)
[break: 4-Tay]
Me and P from the 9-7 til the casket drop
No Limit and Rag Top
Keepin em sprung like research monkeys, ya know?
I'm a playa 4 life
G status equals cabbage
And about that Ra Ra?
[verse 3:]
I tried to tell you mothafuckers but ya- ya wouldnt listen to me
Thought it wouldnt last, so take a blast
Best to get with me
Crazy, wanna knock me but cant stop me
Feds wanna lock me up
But I'ma keep stackin them presidents fool, ask me if I give a fuck
Gangstas mob to this
Playas ride to this
Dedicated to them hustlas late night stackin up on them grips
Gettin' cloudy-cloudy
Man, y'all so rowdy-rowdy
Much love to that playa Master P because he bout it-bout it
[chorus: Master P]
(Bout it bout it)
Cuz we playas 4 life
Playas 4 life [x4]
Niggaz from the Bay and the South win right
Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life
So when you run up on us playas, y'all haters think twice
Cuz we playas 4 life, playas 4 life (uugghh)
[outro:Master P]
Nigga, playas 4 life, ya heard me?
Rappin' 4-Tay, Master P, big Franky J hookin it up baby
We signin off nigga, bout to jump on Delta nigga
Takin trips all around the dizorld, I mean the wizorld nigga
Slangin that shit, cheddar cheese nigga
Even y'all haters buyin this shit nigga
Y'all gotta check it out nigga
Cuz we playas 4 life (uugghh)
No Limit and Rag Top, feel it!
[Intro]
GO!!!(*echos*)(Elite!!)
Yeah, double R uh (wooo)
Come on, Crafty Plugz, what (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
What up Amaury, yeah (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
Haha, yeah, let's go, c'mon
[Chorus]
PEEL OFF
If you got a system in the trunk
Shoes on your whip and you rollin up a blunt
PEEL OFF
If you wild, racin for the dough
And the flag hits the floor and they yellin out GO!
PEEL OFF
If you see the pigs on your tail
Knowin if you get locked that you won't make bail
PEEL OFF
Whatchu gonna do
PEEL OFF
[Verse 1]
When I, cruise the strip you know that it's me
Split the crowd in half like Moses did to the seas
0 to 60 in 4 flat, make you look inferior
Funny how my throwback matches the interior
I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious
Can't catch me I'm "2 Fast 2 Furious" (Part two)
Bullshit walks and cash talks (What's that sound??)
My low pros burnin up the asphalt
Drop top Spyder in the summer I'm good
Lost your words soon as you look under the hood
Twin cam turbo, your man's in shock
Only words comin out your mouth (Damn that's hot!)
Got a spoiler on the back everytime I skate off
You thinkin it's a jet that's about to take off
Cash and pink slips, whole enchilada
Soon as the lights turn green, you know that you gotta
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got a, need for speed, I'm freezin up time
Wanna, race the kid, throw your keys on the line
I'm switchin gears, never brake for the curb
Cross the finish line twice before you make it to third
With a fly ass shorty in the passenger side
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
Y'all can't see me, peekin through the tinted windows
Just to get a glimpse of Francine Dee
Let the, haters talk, I've been called rumors
See me on the cover of the Import Tuner
Lookin at the skyline, I cocked for the race
Even got an Evo 8 that ain't dropped in the States
This ain't for no amateurs
Everytime I roll through hot imports nights it's lights, cameras
Action, you know who's the headline
Do a buck sixty everytime I redline
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't a damn thing stock, you see the difference is
I'm a Pioneer just like your system is
Two screens on the dash, you choose the best view
Wireless control for the PS2
Skip the bullshit, and the foolishness too
They say we Disturbin Tha Peace like Ludacris crew
You want war? I'm settlin' the score
No lookin back now put the pedal to the floor
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Outro]
All my people in the place to be, uh
Let me hear you say...(wooo)
Uh, if you rockin with me
Let me hear you say...(whaa*car drivin by*wooo)
Uh, double R, uh yeah (wooo)
Haha, oh c'mon
[Tyrese]
i walk the streets at night
and stumbled 'cross two friends of mine
i see their faces stained by in the coffee grinds
black liiiiiifeeee
cant i now defy you
in this black life
black knife stabs me in the back
i reaaalizeeee
i sense their coming to me everyday most all the time
i feel the predator he knows my name by now allright
god knows i've taken all that I can stomach up to now
but from the corner of my eye i dreeam about
i want a blueeeee liiiiiiife
basking in the light
i want a blue skyyyyyyyy
oh not a cloud in sight
want a bluuee liiiiiiife
no need for me to hide
from this black liiiiiiiiight
do you hear me noooooow
(gotta turn around)
i still I stand here unemployed and overqualified
keeper of the king the strychnine in the troughs tonight
black life
cant i now defy yooou in this black life
black knife stabs me in the back
i reaaalizeee
i sense their coming to me everyday most all the time
i feel the predator he knows my name by now allright
god knows i've taken all tat I can stomach up to now
but from the corner of my eye
i dreeam about
i want a blueeeee lifeeeee
basking in the light
i want a bluuue skyyyyyyyy
oh not a cloud in sight
want a bluuee liiiiiiife
no need for me to hide
from this black liiiiiiiiiiiight
do you hear me nooow
i want a blueeeee liiiiiiiiiiiife
basking in the light
i want a blue skyyyyyyyyyyy
ooooh not a cloud in sight
want a bluuee life
from this black liiiiiiiiiiiife
do you hear me nooooow
i feel a bueeelue lifeeee
bluee liiiiife
i want a bluuuue lifeee
blue life
i want a bluuuuue liiiifeee
i want a bluuuueeee llliiiiiiiiiiifeeeeeeeee
