Aaaaaaaw Yeah Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa

haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all

distance. Mind your own you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out.

(1st Verse):

These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed

They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me

But I ain't trippin sippin on something 90 proof

>From the floor to the roof I spit this game to youth

By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor

If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for?

You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta

Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya

Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate

And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate

Never try to floss and show off your stacking

On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos

Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies

Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali

You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it

Trying to escape reality...in four minutes

(Chorus):

Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree

stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down

to the nitty gritty.

>From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and

get funky while we got 'em.

(2nd verse):

Gas or cash, ain't no free ride,

Felony got love coming from both sides

About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on

Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill

'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill

With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get