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Artist/Band: Groove Armada
Lyrics for Song: Ya Playn' Yaself
Lyrics for Album: Anotherlatenight (Re-Issue) [2005]



Yo are you a pimp a hustler?


No I'm not.


Are you a man and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?


Yes I can.


Are you willing to go out there and save the lives of our children


Even if it means losing your own life?


Yes I am.


I believe you Jeru you're ready.


You've no no nothing to worry about





Now I don't push a Lex


Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next


All, these so called players up in the rap game


Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine


It used to be LaToya and, jim hats


But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks


Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow


But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello


Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo


Never received currency for moving a kilo


Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow


I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo


Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's


Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints


Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth


Tight case for the DA from here to down South


Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth


You're a player but only because you be playin' yourself





With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself


With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin' yaself


With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself


You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself





With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself


With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin' yaself


With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself


You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself





Now these ladies is lookin' pretty from city to city


I refined a few I met, around the country


The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question


Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections


And sisters with good minds, get no respect when


Their ass is all hangin' out, playin the bar section


Of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab


I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft


Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted


Black women, make sure you're respected


When niggas is kickin' that old off the wall shit, let em know


From jump, "Dead it", you're not ignorant


Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth


Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself





With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin' yaself


With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin' yaself


Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself


You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself





Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself


With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin' yaself


With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin' yaself


You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself





Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs


In the projects, or use mics to sell sex


Niggas, nowadays is all about this


So much ying yang, it's ridiculous


If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors


And these record companies shake em down like mobsters


But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas


Always fakin' moves, never, makin' moves


Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin' down


You fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot


For jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled


With chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers


All battered and bruised, on the streets


Won't see snakes on my feet


The race is on, but I won't compete


In this competition, because I have a greater mission


I hope that you listen


Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life


And health, think anything else and ya playin' yaself





So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself


And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin' yaself


And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself


You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself





And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin' yaself


And all that big gun talk money you're playin' yaself


Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself


You're, playin yaself, you're, playin' yaself





"I don't play"


Album Lyrics: Anotherlatenight (Re-Issue) [2005]


Groove Armada
"Anotherlatenight (Re-Issue) [2005]"


1. Truth 'n' Time
2. Ya Playn' Yaself