Young Playa - Lil Wayne, Big Tymers

Respect the game

Cuz I got the game

Y’all know who I is

Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz

See me front in back with the wood all around

Plus I got that (boom boom) surround sound

Don’t hate on me boy if you do (pow) get down

Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground

But on the other hand, I’ma key runner man

I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man

We stuntas man

I might stumble across a grand and give it to your wifey

And watch how she (*slurp*) on my pipey like a Icee

I might be in a Range that night

I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight

I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right

But if I lose, its cool, that’s some change lil shite

That ain’t nothing

I ain’t doing nothing if I, I ain’t stunting

Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming

Slow yo roll lil one

You in glady’s bar

And Ms. Pat and gray head over there

They In the back card gambling

At the bar dranking

But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one

Broads I use 'em

Hatas I bluse 'em

My whole front grill is full of confusion

Got dammit

Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)

The top was to the back, niggas couldn’t stand it

Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished

I got it like that

Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches

Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches

Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches

«Million Dollar Man» baby Ted DiBiase

Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier

Sammy, Mario, tody Tez, that’s my posse

And what

You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck

Tell yo girl hello

I done did her, what you muggin me for

Keep playin with me, I’ll put a slug in yo do'

Now looky here, young blood

Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt

Don’t make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass

Now keep doing what you doing

Go head

Y’all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs

Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol

Cough cough cough up

Got a cat eye Benz on Brabus

They call us Uptown shiners

Original Hot Boy$ baby, Big Tymers

I spit game

Get in they head, they be like, «Quit Wayne!»

Half hour later, I’m in they split man

Hehehehe it be kicks man

Let me get real

I’ll kill on the battlefield

Steal for the scrill

I will never leave my clique nigga, I’m to trill

I’m a little peepsqueal

But I’m a ape in that jungle

And if you get it twisted

Nigga, I’m taking yo lover

I mean I’m raping yo lover

Leave her taste in my rubber

I’m a playa nigga, I’m a playa