Daz The Dilinger - Don't Try To Play Me Homey Lyrics

Intro- Yeah, you know what I'm sayin. Mutha f*ckas in this world tryna
play niggaz out these days. Can't f*ck around and play niggaz out these
days niggaz is smart as a mutha f*cka. A nigga gotta make cash. Only
thang that's rulin' this mutha f*cka right now is this strap, this weed,
and this money I got in my pocket. And a nigga gone get mo' money. You
know what I'm sayin'. Huh, fucc that.

Verse 1- I hear some niggas come round here talkin' 'bout what the f*ck
they can do, but the only thang I do is realizin' in my crew. F*ck these
snitches, f*ck these bitches, ain't worth the jail time bro'. You know
these streets is a mutha f*ckin' joke and that's the way it goes. Playa,
playa, got caught up, brought up the wrong way, but he say the white man
f*cked him up and got him actin' that way. You know the homey who be
hangin' with the squad, lil' rassi's tryna practice actin' hard. Talkin'
'bout money, talkin' 'bout bitches, talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all
that shit. Cocaine, a pound of weed, and bitches suckin' on his dick. He
used to wanted to live that way, ever since them chronic days, the big
homey C-Style put him on 19th street, got him on his way. It was cool
'cause he was finally one of us, someone we could trust, later on
someone we couldn't trust. Niggas got greedy seen us clockin' dough in
this rap game, threatened to snitch if he wasn't rich in a matter of
days. Should we kill him or let him starve (kill him) Make you get real
broke (kill him)-hell naw- this nigga gotta die right here we ain't joke
(hell yeah)Check it.

Chorus-Don't try to play me homey, don't try to play me what, don't try
to play me homey, who the f*ck you think I was.(repeat twice)

Verse 2-8:30 in the evening I got the sack gettin' me set, some orange
to get me on my mind and stay the just at rest. Cruise the neighborhood
proudly and I'm throwin' up my set, Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't
you forget. I crack a forty of that 8 f*ck St.Ides, I love the taste,
and my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass. Me and the
homeys flossin, we tossin' up the city lookin' clean as f*ck, makin'
green, mashin' as a mutha f*ckin' team. It seems they always notice me
who I am, got damn, tires poppin'. Pullin' up bumpin' the jam, niggas
strted hopeless shootin. Scavion three chromes- and the sit-uation, it
switched so fast, Daz the Dilinger, kickin' ass. Steadily movin' makin'
cash. Later on I bounced to the club me and my cousin Rick and Snoop,
top cousin Supafly, Big Stali and Hershay too. Cruisin' up with enough
fools don't understand my thang, come around here homeboy and you won't
see daylight ever again. Come tote me bitch, come get me rich, you know
my way, my game,let's split, you down with this? Told you once told you
twice told you somethin' ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin'.
Dumpin' on some niggas after the club, some niggas started
trippin,niggas start set trippin', niggas started crippin', started
bloodin', started doin'-whatever thAT THEY WAS DOIN' i WAS BLASTIN' THEY
WAS BLASTIN' THAT nigga Daz was outcastin'. Those that try to get up and
do they thangswang, bangin' is my thang, pat-pat, niggas tryna jack,
niggas try to f*ck my game. How the f*ck I feel homeboy get that 8 and
drink some mo' niggas won't stop mashin' 'til we knock down every niggas
do'.

CHORUS:(repeat til end of song)

OUTRO:Uh, yeah, and there you have it, straight gangsta shit