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southside playaz - rules lyrics

[intro:]
count my money, party with b-tches
hundreds and fitties, big -ss t-tties
count the green, get in between those t-tties

[talking:]
i lay mine down at the do’, huh

[hook: x2]
me and my n-gg-z, we got rules with these b-tches
(don’t let em know your hand, putting em all in your bidness)
they ain’t that special -ss, but provide twenty b-tches
(and keep your mind, on your motherf-cking riches)

[mr. 3-2:]
these broads be bopping club hopping, trying to see what they could get
i know before a trick, trying to come up i fit
business and pleasure don’t mix, with mr. 3-2
i’ma smash and p-ss the -ss, to my partnas when i’m through
who’s f-cking who, behind closed do’s
real playas get chose, and keep they mind on papo’
24/7 around the clock, it don’t stop
i bust a nut and burn out, conversation is all i got
these b-tches plot and scheme, running con game
on any motherf-cker, that they seeing having change
the fortune and fame, is far from the love potent
better play it like it go, cause these girls is cut throat

[clay-doe:]
what i don’t need to hear, is a b-tch that just gave up
her face and rear, in my motherf-cking ear
last year was last year, hoe it ain’t the same
your p-ss main thang, to f-ck off your brain
i’m ahead of the game, that these tricks be playing
crushing -ss in a van, i feel sh-t you saying
like this dumb b-tch, that use to talk a bunch of sh-t
trying to come up, but all she got to do is lunch with it
planted my fists, laws with these f-cking drawas and jaws
conversate her fun without, no stars and flaws
clay-docious game ferocious, coat dropper
don’t care if you a show stopper, i got nothing for no bopper

[hook x2]

[lil’ o:]
fat rat wit da cheese, boy i rip up blocks
when i make my glock, hiccup shots
n-gg-z be picking up they jaws, when a n-gg- come pick up they cot
take they main b-tch, and split her tw-t
hit her spot like ten men, that’s why she dent in
and called her girlfriends, and had to mention
that that lil’ o n-gg-, he don’t play no games
like these other fraud cats, i won’t say no names
say cocaine, and watch boys say lil’ o
got whatever hustlers need, from a brick to a o
i do my bidness old school, man you get it and go
jackers get wet, from they head to they toe i said it befo’

[mike d:]
everytime you hit the p-ssy, b-tches acting like you warm
put nothing past them n-gg-, trust em far as you can throw em
i show em what i mob off, in a escallade on 20 inches
if it ain’t my main thang, p-ss em off to my n-gg-z
see i supply figgas, so game reco’ game
on my toes like ballerinos, when dealing with dames
see you’s a fool, if your main hoe chucking the puddy
and every n-gg- in the hood, distributing cookies
and y’all rookies got these hookies, so far in your mix
on how you break down bricks, and double up on thirty six
better act like you know, cause n-gg-z’ll slide hoes up under ya
trade they -ss for ya cash, and leave your dumb -ss pondering

[hook x4]

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