Playa Road, Playa Road Play on, play on, play on, play on That's right Play on, play on, play on, play on That's right Play on, play on, play on, play
Prijevod: Svila. Playa cestama.
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ya in a couple days I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes" He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon" Yeah, that's how real players kick it see
much I see a road and I want to go home I see a road and I want to go home I see a road and I want to go home I see a road and I want to go home
[T.I.] (Too $hort) Ay shawty (Whussup playa?) Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99? (Da one up in NYC?) Nah, nah, not the
whenever I'm in the, uh Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch You know I'm gonna end ya, uh The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey Hahahhhh
amounts and Swiss bank accounts With the sustainer, it'll be real So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal We got that silk
-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light All the boys with desire of night Gonna lose their feet gonna lose their mind In drinking fighting sweat and lust We play
make me scream and beg for more Verse 1 Shaggy: This is for the ladies who be rocking and into the road blocking My playas who be clockin' and jockin' up in them silk
Who's debonair with the tall silk hat? Muffler of wool and a tummy that's fat? King for the day, and he loves the road With a broomstick can and a heart
just busy **** bein' broke **** I'm filthy Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months I'm on the road gettin' my money up And I remember
.. It's a whole different vibe when you in L.A. [Verse 1] Yeah, cruisin down Melrose, hella slow in a yellow Marinello Lookin for who sells shelltoes that I could match with my silk
t care anymore - not they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing, wait for the heat to come down on us - full force of the law. Silk-Worm Wings
for the lines of a border We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters We followed our fantasies, following orders It was child's play. After
I've been down that road before on my way to insanity. In this symphony of life I've been playing outta key. I'm a drifter on the run but maybe that
