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Artist:Saafir the Saucee Nomad
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Album:Boxcar Sessions
Track:Playa Hayta
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt
Ya with my brain
I'm the editor in chief

The leaf a rap a dope shit antique
Rope kits for the hang time a
heinous
crime
'Cause I drain his mind. Open it up
oh...not
The same as mine not the
same ass
rhyme
Nickel plated statements with nickel
plated
Knuckle faded
faces. No matter what
the Race is I hope ya cockpit got shit
I stock
Hits.
Inventory glorious. I owe me this
I'm on my homies shit - the homeless
shown

This skill is real when I attack from
the
Back I'll say a rhyme then pull your

spinal
Cord from your torso, more so or
better
Yet more or less it's not an
option
I'm coppin'
A plea seizing a shop and hopin' a
cop's
A blow of
the past. If not, I'll be
blowin'
His ass away. J. Groove is on the cross, I'm

The heavyweight fader of a playa
hayta

Analysis is deep, forever on the peep

and I'm
The best, the crest of the ho shit...
yeah,
You can't manifest
destiny unless it's
me
Oh, you don't approve of my moves
but I'm not

Starvin' for jargon, so save it.
My libido is
The needle to the wax, I like to tax in

Gazebos, surviving like a mac king,
clever
Never lacking when I'm stacking

endeavors
I try and try to tell fools, that I've been
Through hell and my tools
ain't the same
As yours. Coors Light that's what
they're
Drinkin', must be I'm
wrong yours is
right
That's why you're sinkin' in your own
sight
Nose is
in my business, witnessin'
your
Own fate, drownin' in your own lake
of hate

But I don't see no abstinent crabs in it
Perverse perpin' after the salt I can

hear the rehearsal of a serpent,
urgent
'Cause you don't use your head when
you

Shed skin - dead end...for a playa
hayta

Charades, are played but I
keep
getting it in
Large amounts because I be doin'
these Hoogies' charge
account like a banker
I'm patient and I be waiting like an
anchor
To spank her.
Then I get the softy
sanka
Coffee drinkin' breath stinkin'
cheddar cheese

Eatin' wheat germ, checker board
pants
Wearin' can't dance, and you're starin'
in
My grill. But you had a steak
a nervous
Twitch and you're a badly fake and I

heard
His bitch is gettin' around like Tupac
Servin' niggas two at a time like
she
got
Two cocks. New blocks she be conquering
Zip codes, I rip ho's that be
lappin' up
Mark ass lames then charge it to the
Game. So he next time you step to

me
Like a defense attorney, Ha!...I'll
fade ya
'Cause you're a playa
hayta.

From a real playa ' cause I play the
game
The same, not behind
no dame, so
you
Can get these thangs
 
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