lirik lagu lil' beastie - playground bars
[intro]
yeah, with my dawgs in the booth (mikey, this beat go crazy)
ayy, uh, in the stu’ with this chop
pull up on his block, uh, yeah
[chorus]
you ain’t blastin’ nothin’ (nah), why you flexin’ with that stick? (why you flexin’, dawg?)
on the corner late night, with my homies hittin’ l!cks (i be with them drillers)
had to hustle as a shorty (yeah), you was playin’ games and tricks (playin’ games)
heard they talkin’ through the town (nah), “don’t trust rico, he gon’ switch,” uh (he gon’ fold up)
hopped out with that .40, made him dip, uh (blam, blam)
this glock quick to swing like hands, this thing hit (this thing hit)
flashin’ racks like you rich, but that stash ain’t really thick (it ain’t nothin’)
pour a deuce and throw it on just so i can feel the fit (yeah)
[verse]
scat pack spinnin’ fast, day to night, uh (spinnin’ day and night)
i might cross you out (slime) just for reachin’ for my ice (just for reachin’ for my ice)
boy, i know you workin’ (snitch), readin’ statements on the mic, uh (readin’ statements)
i’m in the trap (trap), roaches crawlin’ by the light (roaches crawlin’)
we the hottest in the zone (hot) and we got that frostbite (we got it cold)
ain’t no talkin’, if you pull up, bring a pipe (bring a pipe)
heard he got a tag on him, we hit the jackpot, took his life, uh (took his life)
since a kid, throwin’ gs like a sign, uh (like a sign)
let a dummy test me (go), send his soul up to the sky, uh (up to the sky)
i’m with the gang (i’m with the gang), rollin’ opps, we gettin’ fried, uh (we gettin’ high)
cut it down the middle, fifty~fifty, split the pie, huh (split the pie)
(cut it down the middle, fifty~fifty, split the pie, huh)
[chorus]
you ain’t blastin’ nothin’ (nah), why you flexin’ with that stick? (why you flexin’, dawg?)
on the corner late night, with my homies hittin’ l!cks (i be with them drillers)
had to hustle as a shorty (yeah), you was playin’ games and tricks (playin’ games)
heard they talkin’ through the town (nah), “don’t trust rico, he gon’ switch,” uh (he gon’ fold up)
hopped out with that .40, made him dip, uh (blam, blam)
this glock quick to swing like hands, this thing hit (this thing hit)
flashin’ racks like you rich, but that stash ain’t really thick (it ain’t nothin’)
pour a deuce and throw it on just so i can feel the fit (yeah, i’m fresh as h~ll)
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