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    "Suckas Do What They Can" Lyrics

    Spice 1

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    [ intro: roger troutman ]
    Spice 1
    Too $hort, yup
    Said I'm a real playa, yeah

    Real playa
    Playa
    Playa...

    [ verse 1: too $hort ]
    Whoever try to buy a new benz, spend money on your friends
    Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
    Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, I'm a hustler
    For the last 12 years I could never get enough of
    That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
    Have you ever seen it? a big pile of green shit?
    When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
    I do what I want, suckers do what they can
    That's why I moved to the a, straight from the bay
    I'm still mackin bitches everyday, anyway
    And if you don't like it, I don't give a fuck
    I'ma still let my top down and turn this shit up
    Nothin half on my business, keep gettin paid
    If niggas stick together, maybe we'll live to see the day
    When everybody keep ballin like me and my folks
    Let these gold-diggin bitches count my spokes
    Short dog in the house

    [ chorus: roger troutman ]
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (real playaz)
    Suckaz do what they can
    (ha-ha, ha-ha-ha) (what they can do)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (yeah, real playaz)
    No time for strugglin
    (real playaz, ha-ha-ha)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (short dog)
    Suckaz do what they can
    (yukmouth) (yukmeezy) (thugged out) (fo' sheezy)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    Real thugz gon' hustlin

    [ verse 2: yukmouth ]
    Hop in the ranger rover, mob, thrustin this out my car
    Shit better be hard, ghetto celebrity star
    Smoke 'dro out of jelly jars
    Boss to be fraud, catch me at the telly with broads
    Havin ménage-? trois, x-ed out on the celly with todd
    "short dog, what's up? " he told me roger troutman passed
    I hollered, my shit about to crash
    Copped a block of hash, an ounce of grass
    Damn! poppin crystal, poured me a glass
    Then poured the whole rest of the bottle out on the flo' for yo' ass
    This's for my nigga roger, the godfather of futuristic funk
    Here's the ganja, get it crunk
    Twist the skunk, hit it once
    And keep that shit movin and
    Thug niggas do what they want to, and busta niggas do what you're doin
    I went from rags to riches, bagged bitches, jags and 6's
    To droppin a solo album that's sellin more than the last shit did
    I got the streets and ave's addicted
    ? ? ? swiss accounts, drunk as fuck in the stretch narrow strippers

    Real playaz do what they want to
    (real playaz)
    Suckaz do what they can
    (real playaz)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (plow!)
    No time for strugglin
    (ha-ha-ha-ha, thugged out, fool)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (real playaz)
    Suckaz do what they can
    (check it out, nigga)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (plow!)
    Real thugz gon' hustlin

    [ verse 3: spice 1 ]
    I've come from more bounce to the ounce to short dog and roger troutman
    Yukmouth, we thugged out for the money and all the power
    Real niggas do what they want to, suckers do what the fuck they can
    Self-ma-made-mu-muthafuckin-man
    Poppin my collar, li-livin the hustler's dream
    Ballers fiend for cream, pockets bust out the seams
    Franklin and grant is my dogs, I die for em
    (die for em) c-cry, lie, ride for em (ride for em)
    Nigga, I know you heard it through the grapevine
    I was out here doin it way too live
    Doin way too much, I'm tryin to touch 40 million bucks
    And flip a jet with some ? ? ? , about 14
    Flop through your hood, bumpin this shit, smokin sticky green
    Thugs be hustlin, muggin and puttin muscle in
    No time for strugglin, keep your mind on bubblin
    You can't see me through websites, but I still got 'computer love'
    For my nigga roger troutman, cause he was ridin with real thugs
    Nigga

    Real playaz do what they want to
    (immortalized)
    Suckaz do what they can
    (real thugs)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (real playaz)
    No time for strugglin
    (westside, nigga)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (immortalized)
    Suckaz do what they can
    (for life
    Check it out, nigga)
    Real playaz do what they want to
    (plow!)
    Real thugz gon' hustlin
    (westside)

    Real playaz
    (immortalized)

    Real playaz

    Real playaz
    Baby, baby, baby
    Ooh yeah
    Spice 1's a real playa, baby
    Yeeeaaah
    You gotta keep on
    Don't you know
    Don't you know you better watch yourself
    You better watch yourself
    You better watch yourself
    You know you got to be...
    Yeah
    Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
    Don't you be trippin in em streets, nigga
    Spice 1 gon' tell you how it's really goin' down
    Yeah

    Real playa
    Playa
    Playa
    Playa...
    This song was submitted on December 7th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Jerold D Jr. Ellis, Ricardo Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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