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Nas Lyrics for Song: Play On Playa
 Lyrics for Album: Hip Hop Is Dead [2006]
 
 
 
 35385>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 weed bag
 
 
 
 Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production
 
 Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin
 
 Hit a spliff through a séance
 
 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, ménage 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 stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head
 
 
 
 Billion dollar dream hear
 
 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
 
 That's the **** 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, ménage 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
 
 
 
 It's kinda hard for a playa like you
 
 But let me show you how a **** 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
 
 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 steps
 
 He creepin' with two Tecs, he's sleepin' with two chicks
 
 
 
 Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks
 
 End of existence, for instance
 
 Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it
 
 Re-twist it, goddamn D O double G, 'cause we missed it
 
 
 
 Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo
 
 I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's
 
 My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief
 
 Ladahdah be dahdadah
 
 
 
 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
 
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