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 m閚age-?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)
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(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...