Testo Play for Keeps - L'a Capone feat. Rondonumbanine
Testo della canzone Play for Keeps (L'a Capone feat. Rondonumbanine), tratta dall'album Separate My Self
(And man!)
808's (808's)
Tell 'em I'm Chase N Dough, motherfuckers
Shout out to my nigga D.J Bandz
Now, let's get it (now, let's get it)
And when you see us, you know we mean business
L'A (L'A), squad (squad)
We play for keeps (keeps), the whole hood know me (know me)
No new niggas, they ain't on the block, makin' guap, tryna feed the team (the team)
Got a mo'fuckin' dot, no circle (no circle)
Big thirty hangin' out, no curfew (no curfew)
One call, yeah, Booka gon' murk you (gon' murk you)
Sneak dissing, man, that's gon' hurt you (gon' hurt you)
Oh yeah, we takin' shit (take, take)
Steady runnin' from the Jakes and shit (fuck the Jakes)
When we reach the top, we can stop doin' this basic shit (basic shit)
'Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas (my niggas)
I'd get crucified for my niggas (my niggas)
You'll never see a one on one, fuck boy
The whole squad gon' get you (squad)
These niggas so phony, though
They'll act like your homie, though (your homie, though)
'Til they see some bands, but it ain't your mans
He just bail like Romeo (oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I'm still by the corner store (squad)
Fuck all this rapping, bro (6-0)
You might think it's a concert and get beyond hurt 'cause we clappin', hoe (boom, boom)
Now roll that dope and shit (dope and shit)
On the block, we smokin' shit (smokin' shit)
And niggas die 'cause the cops come quicker than a motherfuckin' doctor, shit
It's one thin' I never did and that's love a bitch
'Cause I'm drillin' shit, I only love my clique (my clique)
My O.G. told me to slow down (slow down)
I see a opp, then he get blowed down (blowed down)
Take him down, then smoke his whole pound (whole pound)
Aw, they deep, huh? Empty the round (round)
Get caught, but I won't make a sound (sound)
But it's dead 'cause I'm shootin' out of town (town)
We sell green and white, but no brown (no brown)
I'm finna bust a sell right now (right now)
These niggas ain't really in the field (the field)
Lil' folks goin' in for the kill (for the kill)
Late night, tryna creep with the steel (steel)
Shondale, how that hot shit feel? (How it feel?)
And I love when I'm off that pill (that pill)
Can't change, boy, I'm too real (too real)
They say real niggas don't say they real
Well, fuck nigga, I'm real (fuck nigga)
And if he can't break bread, he fake (he fake)
I had one mo' buck on my plate (my plate)
It was me and bro, we was in the store
And both of us got a fifty cent cake (yeah)
A bitch can't tell me she late (she late)
The condoms I use don't break (hah)
We at the startin' point of this race (this race)
We gon' win, nigga, I can't wait (can't wait)
Takin' off, let's get it
L'A, what's up, bro? (Steve Drive)
A lot of shooters (L'A Capone in the cut)
Tay600 up them Rugers
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (L'A Capone, fuck 'em up)
Rondo'll gamble with your soul (Rondo)
GDK, fuck a Brick, get exposed (GDK)
In the hood strapped up, bunch of poles (strapped)
Jakes snatch me up and you know I can't fold (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
600, free my nigga D. Rose (600)
All these hoes kinda gettin' too old (let's get it)
I ain't playin' no lover games with them lover gangs
Niggas gettin' smoked (baow!)
Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad (squad)
Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad (shooters)
And if he holdin' on that work, he gettin' robbed
TEC on my neck, I don't need a bodyguard (tot a TEC)
These niggas be crazy (hey crazy)
These niggas don't tote (they tote)
These niggas think it's a joke
Let me see a opp, I'ma blow (grrah, grrah)
See a lot of niggas say I changed (I changed)
'Cause Rondo done made a lil' change (a lil' change)
I still claim the set I claimed (I claim)
And I ain't going, try to take my chain (my chain)
D Block, free my nigga M-Thang (M-Thang)
Steve Drive, that's my campaign (campaign)
And I will never switch, that just don't exist
'Cause that's blood on my name (my name)
Yeah, I'm a shooter, bitch (shooter, bitch)
Tay600 up them Rugers quick (them Rugers quick)
Deadbeat pops got raised by the block
I was tryna make it flip (make it flip)
He was probably with his moms (with his moms)
He was probably on the porch (on the porch)
Since a youngin', bitch, I been that nigga (been that nigga)
I was blowin' a torch (ba-boom)
You-you know how I rock, nigga (I rock, nigga)
They-they know how I rock, nigga (I rock, nigga)
Cdai got twenty-two shots, nigga
Add eight mo', that's a mop, nigga (let's get it)
Niggas do all that talk (that talk)
My niggas don't come from that cloth (nah)
Whack a opp, they can take that lost (that loss)
600, bitch, Rondo the boss (the boss)
Let's get it (get it)
Let's get it (get it)
Bang!
A lot of shooters (In the cut)
Free D. Rose, he fuck 'em up
Let's get it
Squad (so, waddup bro?), 600, bang
And when you see us, you know we mean business
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Writer(s): Terrase Robinson
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