Dont Hate The Playa Lyrics:[intro: too $hort] Yeah man we just sittin back, chillin Bunch of players listenin to the seventh deadly sin Short dawg is
Little short skirt With a big attitude She wants to be a model Wants to be on the tube, yeah It's one thing or another She's a trouble, trouble Watch
verse 1: (diddy) are we living in vain ..are we living in pain girl remember my name ..and whatever remains after we walk on white sand ..lets travel
Drones since the dawn of time Compelled to live your sheltered lives Not once has anyone ever seen Such a rise of pure hypocrisy I'll instigate, I'll
Ain't it fucked up that when you work real hard To get some shit and finally make it to the top of shit That it's a whole gang of muthafuckas that hate
please stop putting all the pressure on me babe because i hate my girlfriend. k.h Chris i think that you should break up with Rhianna because of what
Hey baby, listen up, I'm not in love with you You keep runnin' off at the mouth And someone else can scratch my back And I could care less about your
I'd like to run away from you But if I were to leave you I would die I'd like to break the chains you put around me And yet I'll never try No matter
ah.. ahh.. ahh.. ahh.. ahh.. ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.. la la la.. ahh.. ahh.. ooh.. ahh.. ooh.. once upon a time, we swore not to say goodbye something
(Intro) New Playaz Circle Got King Dome in da buildin Ahh Noo! (chorus x2- Tity Boi) I got hoes hatin just er day! They in my house muthafucka aint
Oh, I am growing tired Of allowing you to steal everything I have You're making me feel like I was born to service you But I am growing by the hour You
were driving slow i eat yellow snow on 5th avenue and right now im holding the radio up to my ear since i dont talk you all laugh my books overdue its
Met a girl, thought she was grand Fell in love found out first hand Went well for a week or two Then it all came unglued In a trap, trip I can't grip
Now you done been around the world and you've seen a lot of girls But, you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like You done rolled through some hoods,
An empty room can be so deafening The silence makes you wanna scream It drives you crazy I chased away the shadows of your name And burned the picture
Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game But what if you ain't
Eternal, the kiss I breathe Siphon your blood to me Feel my wounds of your god Forever rape mortality I smell of death I reek of hate I will live forever
(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Love Love to be a Player. I'm in the
