Playa - Album Version / Explicit

Artist: Nas f/ Snoop Dogg

Album: Hip Hop is Dead

Song: Play On Playa

Light somethin', stop frontin'

How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures

Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton sisters

That'd kill me yo, filthy rich

My daughter pass it on to the next generation

Throwing carnations at my tombstone

In my new home

Meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on

Then we do a dance like my man Luther jam

But my verse came first

I stole change out her purse

Now I wanna dig her up outta the earth

Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph

Blue carats, D-Class

Strictly that kush in the **** bag

Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production

Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin

Hit a spliff through a snce, and I, play on playa

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Gotta get your papes on, play on playa

Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters

Do the yacht thing, mage swing, baby

Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Get your papes on, play on playa

Get your papes on, play on playa

Get your papes on

Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose

Rubies in Hey-Zeus piece

Pimped out like Snoop be, but an East Coast thing

My girl stock-ing tied up in a knot, top of my bean head

Billion dollar dream head

Went from triple beams to digital

Serving fiends, the minimal

60 G's, no criminal

No mo', Just mo' doe

Mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers

While your girl performs cunnilingus

'Cause this big money aroma lingers

Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade

Hot towel on the face

Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight

Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake

Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean

Where I step, I Clorox it

Keep 20 G's on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets

Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price

But we ain't into buying Conflict Ice

Play On Playa - Nas, Snoop Dogg - Hip Hop Is Dead (UK Ver.) - That's the shit they stole from the Congo and other black soil

True mack for you

Nappy hair, just spinnin'

Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending

Finest females I just came on, and sprayed her

Gotta get your papes on, play on playa

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Gotta get your papes on, play on playa

Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters

Do the yacht thing, mage swing, baby

Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her

Get your papes on, play on playa

kinda hard It's for a playa like you

Play On Playa - Nas, Snoop Dogg - Hip Hop Is Dead (UK Ver.) - But let me show you how a mother****er like me get revenue

What you never do

Is punk out, what you better do

Never let the game get ahead of you

Get a better view

Better yet a better crew

Praise God, I'ma marry you

Get your homie, carry you, bury you

Slowly, roll me another blunt stuff it

Play On Playa - Nas, Snoop Dogg - Hip Hop Is Dead (UK Ver.) - Lick it, puff it, tuck it - **** it

That man, that gang, that bang it was

In D-O double G we trust

Yep yep, young loc with the two step

He creepin' with two Tecs

He's sleepin' with two chicks

Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks （blaw）

End of existence, for instance

Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it

Re-twist it, god damn D-O double G, cause we missed it

Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo

I smoke the big leaf, end all the big beefs

My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief

La-da-da bing ba ta da

Yeah break that down, how fresh ya are

The king from Queens, Mr. Escobar

Connect with the best from the west, yes yes ya are

Oh my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas

Playa play on...