We Came 2 Play lyrics

by

DJ Quik


(Uhh uhh)

[DJ Quik]
Aye, can you say gangsta sh*t? (Gangsta sh*t)
Say gangsta sh*t (Gangsta sh*t)
Can you say gangsta sh*t? (Gangsta sh*t)
Say gangsta sh*t (I ain't sayin no mo')

We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
We bout to step up - and move on, ha hah!
We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
We bout to step up, hmm..

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Now I still be knockin b*tches like it ain't sh*t (it ain't sh*t)
Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hit
Whether I'm in Dada jeans or crape silk slacks
Flyness be the reason that my sh*t cracks, cause
When I'm on the beats I'm f*ckin all y'all up (all y'all up)
Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts (all your mutts)
I make you so saditty b*tches wanna shake y'all butts
(shake y'all butts) And you make you ballin n*ggas wanna grab your lux
Hangin with bangin n*ggas that bring the heat for real
And if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats no deal
Cause I negotiate everything with no fuss (fuss!)
Spend 20 G's on my record, it's gold - plus (plus!)
f*ckin every competitor on the stage - up (up!)
Then I come to your city and get laid - up (up!)
Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!)
And if you feelin a n*gga then say whaaat? (What!)
Hook: [James DeBarge]
As we mooove toward the light
With broads on our right (broads on our right)
And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
Put aside our prestige (prestige)
We're really M-A-D (lit up)
From the cage to the stage we come to play

[DJ Quik]
AMG let 'em know

[Verse 2: AMG]
Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw
Thick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-haw
Relax, the Roley's real
Cartier tank, platinum and steel
I'll buzz up in the club, now I'm up in the hill
Headquarters, look at how we footin the bill
Crem de la crem, who you with? Baby girl him?!
Hop yo' ass in the rag Jag, come to the gym
I ain't wit you fo' love, uh uh
Cause if I wasn't me, you'd probably be callin me a scrub
But you love the marble tubs, and the marble flo's
You'se a copper b*tch, tryin to be a platnum hoe
Head to toes, and dont nobody wear no Girbauds no mo'
Take that sh*t back; baby have a six pack
I can't even say no more, where my di*k at?
[Hook: James DeBarge]
As we mooove toward the light
With broads on our right (broads on our right)
And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
Put aside our prestige (prestige)
We're really M-A-D (we lit up!)
From the cage to the stage we come to play (we come to play)

[DJ Quik]
Aye.. we been doin this sh*t since we was little boys
So don't even trip us n*gga, do your own sh*t

[Verse 3: DJ Quik]
Gettin down for the crown ain't a puzzle to me
And you b*tch n*ggas can't put a muzzle on me
Cause when I'm gone on the vodka and the grape juice
I make the world rock when I let a tape loose
They say ghetto n*ggas is desperate and we shiesty
But I turn down every celebrity b*tch I see
Choppin game with my n*gga Mr. AMG
And poppin dames in the coochie if it's F-A-T, fo' sho'

[Verse 4: AMG]
Tres-zero-cuatro, I got cho'
Lady friends with new Mercedes mint (What?)
All five-double-oh's, watch these pretty toes
Hoes getint liquified (nut up) mystified (shut up)
Stick and slide, if I mince my ride (hey)
I'ma play you forever, wood and the leather
Me and DJ Q, and the rest of the crew
* (Quik and AMG, yeah it's plain to see)
We make G's like Donald T, b*tch!
* (We make G's like Donald T, b*tch!)
[Hook: James DeBarge]
As we mooove toward the light (Oww!)
With broads on our right (with broads on our right)
And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
Put aside our prestige (oh yeah)
We're really M-A-D (we lit up)
From the cage to the stage (Quik and AMG)
We come to play (we come to play)

[DJ Quik]
And play well

[AMG]
We come to play
How you gon' play without us baby?
We do our thing
10 years in the game
And ain't nuttin changed
Q, tell them how we feel, n*gga
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