Play Around Lyrics
Whoa, Yeaa! (Whats Goody)
Whoa, Yeaa! (Thraxxx)
Ehhhh!
[Verse: Big Flock]
Mac Dre just hit my phone
Said "Hey Flock we got an emergency"
I'm fucked up and I know a plug
That we can tax for all of his currency
Big Flock Slim I know heard of me
I know none of y'all know me personally
I do surgery, till you burgundy
And now on the run for some burglaries
Nigga face down and gimme money
Play around me get semi dummy
Got plenty choppas, hold a hundred somethin
And we shoot them choopas, them niggas finger gunnin
Just tryna fuck not tryna finger nothin
Unless I finger a black pretty woman
Cuz my finger itchin and hear the snitchin
And let it roar like the engine runnin
Better wash your face if you dont want bumps
Gotta fuckin oowop that'll knock out your front
Got me a 40 that'll knock out your back
And I need all cheese, nigga thats not cash
Why you wifin her you know thats not your bitch
She saw my baby leg, she said thats not your dick
I roll down my Diesels then I got your bitch
Her legs spread out like some gauchos bitch
She like my tattoos and I'm outspoken
She said I'm the only real nigga like I was a token
Niggas say they pop mollies, them niggas pop Motrin
You think you cut-throat then a nigga might choke you
We only need the bread so we caught his ass loafin
Dre wet him up, man that nigga supersoaked him
Smokin on potent, gas got me croakin
Gotta icey nigga we gone leave his ass frozen
I been surrounded by dope boys
Seen my first pound about 13
I let my nuts hang and my gun bang
I'm with the beard gang pound 13
Now all my niggas hold that yoppa
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Yea they clappin down like the twerk team
If I my fever when I seen Young Feva
Instead of whippin, I would've murked heem
Catch a rat, chop the rat, cut off his fuckin tail
Cut the tongue out the rat I bet he'll never tell
Too much work just came in I need another scale
And my phone let it ring thats another sale
100 shots in the chop thats a lot of shells
Endless heat knocked out the meat , out his taco shell
Dead bodies, different races thats a lot of smells
Hit the plug every week he take a lot of L's
And I stay Thraxxx'd up with the squad and shit
A nigga starve, I want some beef, I need a lot of it
Its really sad if he want beef, he gotta a lot of kids
Well thats what happens when you beef 'round with Big Flock and shit
