BIG MELLO - Playa' Made lyrics

rate me

Uh uh, it's going down mayn whoo

Man uh, going down mayn

Uh, I got it bad like Usher

Cats gon Mello, be the head buster

Can't touch the, track bum rusher

Shine like clusters, wreck off busters

Huh no doubt, I bring heat call me

The alarm, spit fire like dragon

Oof, come through deuce out the roof

Sitting on ricks, screens show flicks

D's got nicks, and the damn paint wet

Glass 84's, see I'm gold like a vet

Hit licks out of town, first class on jet

Touch down, stretch limo and Moet

Get the do', for the show you know

Got do's full of pros, wanna see the Mello

Body rocking, hip-hopping and shocking

Popping game to these shoppers, that be out here bopping

Playa made, everyday all day

Do it my way, super fly way

Y'all know, how the damn thing go

Shit y'all know, I come from the 3rd Coast

Trend setter, paper go getter

Tougher than leather, game so clever

When I drop, I make em get it together

They running to the studio, trying to get better

I run through the damn zoo, like ragu

Not lil' boys, ride out the FUBU

Southside Northside, M.V.P.

From the Studewood, to the A-B-T

Boys feel me, still sucker free

When you see me, you see J and Gene

Huh right at ya, lyrical master blaster

Slower or faster, smash rap actors

I'm out the Plaza, 2-8-5-1

Watch me come through, banging Dum-Ditty-Dum

Flipping through the Mo, blow the hydro

In the M-C, with J.B. on 4's

Boys wanna plex huh, on the mixtapes

East Coast West Coast, tripping on states

Way down here, we pushing that pay

Shoot that work, up and down the highway

Huh what it do huh, plex with my crew huh

Y'all new huh, Mello damn fool huh

The body rocker, on Cran and Vodka

Drop screens in the dropper, hit your ass with the glocka

Blocka-blocka, for the blocker who try to stop a

Mob figga playa holla, if he clocking dollas

H-Town hard hitters, Southside gorilla

Pulling hits on trick ass, snitch ass niggaz huh

Cake ass niggaz, can't see the bank niggaz

Rhyme break scales, I'm a overweight nigga

True hustlers, don't fuck with buckers

Y'all pretty boy niggaz, bunch of gay motherfuckers what

Playa made playa made, man

Huh Southside way huh what, we ball and parlay

Huh what, and we KMJ huh

What uh come on now, uh uh come on now

Uh uh I see you Q, uh got me thoed so true

Huh what uh, come on come on uh

What these boys tal'n bout mayn, uh what

Can't fade this, know I'm tal'n bout

This that Southside shit, know I'm tal'n bout

Man hold up man, already already

Uh what, we body rock huh

What I, body rock come on uh ha-ha