Lyric I m A Playa
(featuring Three 6 Mafia)
Sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia
It s goin down
[Chorus x4]
Eighty-fo s (eighty-fo s) candy paint (candy paint)
Switchin lanes (switchin lanes) sippin drank (sippin drank)
[Paul Wall]
It s Paul Wall baby yeah that s me, these hoes wanna know what I m bout
Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
Do s open, do s close, where s the camera I ll strike a pose
I m still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo s
The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip
That purple drank is what I sip, in my cellphone keep a chip
I m talkin bidness I put it down, I m choppin blades and I m poppin shrooms
I m from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump
Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I m on the prowl
I m on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it s goin down
Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what s the deal?
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade
We po that purple drank straight up like it s that Kool-Aid
We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they givin up the fade
Ye ain t got screens if they ain t touch screen
with the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene
When hoes see me they sayin everybody ain t able
Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table
[Juicy J]
Juicy J, I m the mayne, got the G s, fuck the fame
See a lil freak, run some game, and she goin I ma take some brain
I m on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts
I m on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I m from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon drink a lot and players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
Nothin but self made millionaires so you can shut the fuuuck
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
I got a deep freezer up on my neck and snocones up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I m lookin somethin like a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil Heat
Where s the drank I m runnin low, Cabbage Head told me it s a drought
But not to worry dough never doubt, I ll go to the doctor with a cough
It s Paul Wall baby that s my name, fly like a plane what it do
I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch
Just like a midget I m sittin low, and like a snail I m crawlin slow
Where s Mike, where s Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low
Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud
I m chopped up by Michael Watts, it s Paul Wall baby that s what s up
[Chorus]
I m a playa, ain t no doubt, hoes wanna know what I m bout
I m a playa, I m a playa, I m a playa, I m a playa
Sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, SwishaHouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia
It s goin down
[Chorus x4]
Eighty-fo s (eighty-fo s) candy paint (candy paint)
Switchin lanes (switchin lanes) sippin drank (sippin drank)
[Paul Wall]
It s Paul Wall baby yeah that s me, these hoes wanna know what I m bout
Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
Do s open, do s close, where s the camera I ll strike a pose
I m still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo s
The gangsta slab is what I flip, woodgrain is what I grip
That purple drank is what I sip, in my cellphone keep a chip
I m talkin bidness I put it down, I m choppin blades and I m poppin shrooms
I m from the land of that fry smoke, got plex I got the pump
Weighted trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I m on the prowl
I m on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it s goin down
Money and hoes, cars and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down baby what s the deal?
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them Escalade
We po that purple drank straight up like it s that Kool-Aid
We like them girls that eat it up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they givin up the fade
Ye ain t got screens if they ain t touch screen
with the removable screen, lookin mean on the scene
When hoes see me they sayin everybody ain t able
Cause I turned the back of my Caddy pickup into a pool table
[Juicy J]
Juicy J, I m the mayne, got the G s, fuck the fame
See a lil freak, run some game, and she goin I ma take some brain
I m on the slab, posted up, white Cadillac with the white guts
I m on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I m from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
But now he back on the Southern bricks, we gon drink a lot and players smoke Newport
Uptown, hit the blush, or watch these diamonds blind you up
Nothin but self made millionaires so you can shut the fuuuck
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
I got a deep freezer up on my neck and snocones up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I m lookin somethin like a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I cause a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil Heat
Where s the drank I m runnin low, Cabbage Head told me it s a drought
But not to worry dough never doubt, I ll go to the doctor with a cough
It s Paul Wall baby that s my name, fly like a plane what it do
I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the deuce to that boy Gooch
Just like a midget I m sittin low, and like a snail I m crawlin slow
Where s Mike, where s Bawdy, he on the grind ducked on the low
Yeah I like my music slow, yeah I like my train mud
I m chopped up by Michael Watts, it s Paul Wall baby that s what s up
[Chorus]
I m a playa, ain t no doubt, hoes wanna know what I m bout
I m a playa, I m a playa, I m a playa, I m a playa
