Playas in Da House Playa Fly (Ft. Icy-K & Shauntay)

[Verse 1: ICK]
I'm thinkin' of a masta plan
When I put the mic in hand
Lighted up the blunt
I'mma sip this gin and now I'm crunk
Now my head is swervin'
Funky rhymes I'm servin' when a playa spit
K, Tay Dog, Dave and Fly
Just call us the playa click
Like cokey city it's ninety-six
And hoes are still, turnin' tricks
Some hoes won't sleep when I'm on full creep
Cause youngsters out, servin' bricks
Them bustas under estimate
That's a sign of playa hatin'
My heart don't pump no water trick
So sit and max to what I'm sayin'
Ninety-six is playas year
Time for playas to be paid
If you didn't hear me crystal clear
Maybe you need a hearing aid
I-C-K is claimin' cap
No doubt it's playas in the South
Listen close cause here's a dose of P, from this playas mouth
I'm nationwide, bonafied, ninety-five Pal, is my ride
Why you talkin' about the Mack
I'm runnin' all who dis to the side
I see us jumpin' and dumpin' you punks in the trunk motherfuckers
I'm drunk and I'm crunk and I hunt you for lumps if you chumps wanna front
Don't worry 'bout K you just can't get his bump