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letra de sunday afternoon - playya 1000 with the d'kster

sunday afternoon lyrics
[intro: jackie jackson]
sunday afternoon
ogs be mobbin’ deep
gliding through the park
till dark, they always creepin’
no matter where you’re at
it’s on, just find a spot
and keep your game tight
it’s on for the night, yeah

[verse 1: playya 1000 & the d’kster]
and this little playa rose up on a bright sunny day
hey, easy like a sunday morning
now smash, get my ass up out of bed
dress myself, check my game, strange
feeling came over me
’cause i know today’s the day when n-ggas mob deep
creep, peep, young black male
seekin’ or freakin’ from hoes with big fat tails
so hark, who goes there?
it is i, playya, the d’kster
how’s about a game on my sega
cool, ninety-four, mac
dallas versus who?
chicago, eighty-five
right
and since i wrote the rap i gets the weed
high green, dallas forty-two and chicago
ten, n-gga, you trippin’
yeah, i know
i guess i’m on the kick, shall we roll?
down, sweatin’, mobbin’ down forty-six street
stop at tastee freez, grab a bite to eat
like, it’s for a spell, ’cause i’ve seen it’s there
h-lla hoes and dros and all my n-ggas on the kit
check it out
[chorus: jackie jackson & playya 1000]
sunday afternoon
ogs be mobbin’ deep (yeah)
gliding through the park
till dark, they always creepin’ (right)
no matter where you’re at
it’s on, just find a spot (huh)
and keep your game tight (yeah)
it’s on for the night, yeah

[verse 2: playya 1000]
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
i wonder which hoe shall i choose
as we cruise through the parking lot, scoping
looking to my left, what do i see?
a gang of n-ggas huddled at me, screamin’ at the playya-one-g
deep, we gots the funk to ride and break them off
and let these b-tches know we ain’t soft
what they hittin’ for, n-ggas?
i gots the grip to flip
and aim down to my nuts, so don’t trip
as i skip them dyk-s, i schooled ’em twice
bo met the tray in the middle (night)
i heard my n-gga say “pay”
correction: that other n-gga’s broke
as he get his ass up he took a toke and said “f-ck it” (f-ck it)
was it the way he hid his ass for them l!cks
or was it the way i made him look like a b-tch
switch my train of thought back, yeah
and proceed to the hood for the fact that we kickin’ it on
[chorus: jackie jackson & playya 1000]
sunday afternoon
ogs be mobbin’ deep (yeah, you know that’s right)
gliding through the park
till dark, they always creepin’ (hah)
no matter where you’re at
it’s on, just find a spot
and keep your game tight (keep your game tight, n-gga)
it’s on for the night, yeah (it’s on for the night)

[post-chorus]
sun-sunday afternoon
sun-sunday afternoon and i’m riding, what (oh yeah)
sun-sunday afternoon
sun-sunday afternoon and i’m riding, what
sun-sunday afternoon
sun-sunday afternoon and i’m riding, what
sun-sunday afternoon
(check it out)

[verse 3: playya 1000]
in engine, engine number nine
you’ll catch us mobbin’ in a soul train line
leaving tastee freez on a creep to o’brien park
followed by the laws
n-ggas take up all to hit ’em up with the finger
they linger, taking snapshots of the n-ggas in the game
but they let us hang if we chill
i feel something coming on in the midst
that bud makes ’em cool but the gin makes ’em sick
y’know, but n-ggas keepin’ calm for the most
creepin’ through, buckin’ my cuts like on the coast
the smell of barbecue got a n-gga fiendin’
i’m schemin’ for a plate, but wait
’cause i see a crowd of people on the run
d-mn, looks like another n-ggas ’bout to get done in
but yup, my people wasn’t run to a squad
just some hoes b-tterflying in the back of a dodge (tight)
and where my n-gga, d, go to?
i see my partner running to the crowd
(where they at? where they at?)
well i guess i’m on my way, parlay
and catch me next week
same time, same place, same day
[chorus: jackie jackson & playya 1000]
sunday afternoon (yeah)
ogs be mobbin’ deep (yeah, you know that’s tight)
gliding through the park
till dark, they always creepin’ (right, right)
no matter where you’re at (swerve)
it’s on, just find a spot
and keep your game tight (gotta keep your game tight)
it’s on for the night, yeah (it’s on for the night, right)
sunday afternoon (uh huh)
ogs be mobbin’ deep (can you feel this?)
gliding through the park
till dark, they always creepin’ (yeah)
no matter where you’re at
it’s on, just find a spot
and keep your game tight (keep your game tight)
it’s on for the night, yeah (it’s on [?])

[post-chorus]
sun-sunday afternoon
sun-sunday afternoon and i’m riding, what
sun-sunday afternoon
sun-sunday afternoon and i’m riding, what
sun-sunday afternoon
sun-sunday afternoon and i’m riding, what
sun-sunday afternoon
sun-sunday afternoon and i’m riding, what

- playya 1000 with the dkster

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