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Grand Puba - Play It Cool lyrics
featuring Sadat X (Chorus) Play it cool and move it slow.... (Sadat X) The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write I say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash Let's get this doe and astill let niggaz know It's alot of bad bitches in Atlanta New York is there and it's ripe for the killing I say hit me wit a stack let me live let me do mine Let me be aight, when I rest in the night If you want it, you can get it Don't make theatrics if you got soft tactics There's alot of actors out there in the movies And even more actors in the rap game I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people So I won't confuse the words that I choose The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble Will make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish Known Alamo for 25 years So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth No label could ever be able to stop me They might try to prop me. put me on promotions, but yo, fuk that Just give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny ?(real lust)? Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel That I knew so well, check it out Cuz money's what the two's all about Chorus (Grand Puba) Keep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy Hey me and Doogie bag mad doe Wit that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving (move slow) So tell me what the fuk is it Weak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit Niggaz don't know on the d-low Me and my man Sadat is mad (cool) and we bagging doe So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn Of putting niggaz on ruin, coming stronger than Ewing I put the tic wit the tac cuz I'm the knick wit the knack So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit the roach deluxe Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungaloo Go and tell your motehr, it's return of the blues (We can do it better) so fuk them others Cuz I ain't trying to hear it Then if time and giving loot, I be fuking five women The location now, we don't even ask while Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by I'm cutting niggaz down like drive by Niggaz can't keep, cuz yo, money, your shit is dry Grand Puba, Stud Doogie This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on Chorus |
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