Playa Don’t Z-Ro (Ft. Chad Jones, Lyrical 187 & Mr. Gott Damn)

(Chad Jones)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't hate, don't hate yeah

[Hook: Chad Jones]
Playa don't hate me, hate the game
Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, swanging thangs
Playa don't hate me, hate the game
Cause you see me coming down up on your slab, chopping blades

[Z-Ro]
Playa don't hate me hate the game, ain't got no time
To be out here bullshitting, I'm out here trying to make some change
Be solo twisting I'm a Mo City soldier, I thought I told ya
Roll with us, or get your ass rolled over
See we all about our feddy, pulling up on chrome
Nigga for real ask G.I.N., or you can ask Chad Jones
Baby we Presidential playas showing up, all these gon mind
Everyone of us diaomoned down, bet you all them hoes gon shine
We living lovely sipping Bubbly, all the cars are foreign
Ain't no jackers we barring, cause we ready for warring
I'm the king like Tarzan, but mine is swinging on a vine
We swanging on 84's, and chopping in a line
Houston Texas the origin, of a baller's paradise
It's going down, I can smell it in the air tonight
So when you see us pulling up, dressed looking like a million
Balling permanent, keep our figgas changed like chameleon