JS Playa From Around The Way Lyrics
Artist - JS
Album - Ice Cream Man
That
I guess i should let ya
Is all about since it
But what i want ya
Weed,lay back and we gon take a ride
A ride all the way through
Through the ice cream man
Mo b. dick:
I
Smokin on the cess,playin dominoes.ain
I
My dick is gettin hard like it
I can
I must be straight (geein)
Cause i got all these hoes in my pocket.
I
I
I
I
Playa haters gettin sick cause they can
Cause we took all their bitches
But the niggas know the deal cause we packin that steel
And dumpin mothafuckasin ditches
So hey, it
As i slang my yay and get paid off these smokers
You don
Mothafuckas, i ain
Master p:
I
I run from the taz.call me banana peeler
I got that hk cocked ready to block.
Ain
My little brother hooked it up tryin to get big
In the ghetto i seen another man lose his wig
But i ain
I
Silkk the shocker:
Way too deep to turn back now.
My homies tryin to jack now
Put away the sack down.now i gots my gat now
You bitches better raise up off the tip
Of us playas tryin to strive and stay alive, fuck the 9 to 5
I
Million dollar spot with a glock and a caper
Master p:
We some macks like goldie.ya
I
Cause we in this shit deep tryin to get mine
Fuck all that.cuz,kick the fuckin chorus line
Mo b. dick:
I
I
Master p/(silkk the shocker):
[i love my mill].and if i die who gives a fuck?
Just another black gone
(nobody gives a damn if you make it back home.)
Cause my auntie on dope
My little homies out there in the hood pushin hella coke
So i try to get fronted a bumper
I mean a fifty dollar dub on a come-up
Silkk the shocker:
Dope in my all stars.just got[bought] a sawed-off
Nigga wait for me to fall off but i won
In a casket.i
Dope be the cabbage.you know that makes us savage
Master p:
I guess that makes me a g
Cause i done flipped an half-an-ounce to a quarter key
On a come-up and bubblin up and doublin up
And all these niggas jealous cause the p sellin quarters,bro
In the hood like ice cream
All ya
And ya
Just like amus,but still a gangsta
So call me a hustla
And if you a playa hater,nigga,then your name
In no limit,niggas don
We got them mothafuckin regulators
Nine millimeter fully strapped
Yo cuz,bust motherfuckin caps
Mo b. dick:
I
I
Master p and silkk,they gettin paid
The no limit soldiers,hey,they don
From new orleans all the way to the bay
The ice cream man you know that he don
He don