[Intro: Willie Hutch]
Oh, little girl
I feel like, we can make it ..
Oh, little girl
I feel like, we can make it


[Verse 1: Playa Dre]
In the game ain't no friends
So you best be by yourself
'Cuz once you think you super tight and shit
They run with someone else
All the time, they bound to change
Smilin' faced n' twisted minds
Ain't nobody straight
But I'mma keep my shit equipped
For folks, who wish to playa hate
Never fallin' short
When I'm up on my hustle with the clique
I'm drinkin' Thunderbird and smokin' herbs
And goin' from bitch to bitch
Keep my playa mode fresh
I'm daily lookin' for a profit
Breakin' bitches likе my daddy said
To make my pockets rockin'
211, stack with dollar signs, ain't no time for lovе
N***as be fallin' for bitchesa and wanna' write records, because they be put on a bud
They get caught, who fucked the bitch?
Now he the shit, but his pockets broke
N***a, you done charge the trick
So, get back out there on that hoe
Make sure, that you do
But take your time and leave her on her back
Take the shit you got from her
And flip it out there on the track
Night and day, you stackin' grip
From bitches and them dirty fiends
Playas grow into this shit
With they mind up on they cheese
[Bridge: Willie Hutch]
I feel like, we can make it ..

[Verse 2: Playa Dre]
Now that I done moved up and shit
These n***as say we down
But I remember, when I couldn't get these n***as to come around
But now, I'm sittin' on cheese
Fuckin' hoes like I'm crazy
And I done slipped up once but pimp
I still won't claim that baby,'
Cuz hoes be puttin' shit up on a n***a
That be havin' it and knowin'
That they some freaks though
They don't know the baby daddy
But now she mad as fuck
Because she trapped up in the house
You shoulda' let a n***a drop that nut up in your mouth but that's beside the point
I got money waitin' up on me in the streets
I can't be tired for no one hoe
Unless she droppin' super cheese
'Cuz my mind is always thinkin'
Of some heavy ways, to keep me paid
Boomin' bricks and breakin' tricks
By pimpin', also sellin' tapes
Playa style from the north
When I smile, you seein' gold
Bank account that keep me grinnin'
Credit got my wallet swole
Assed out ain't in my category
When it's down to me
But to a bitch, you must resist
The truth be 'bout your cheese
[Outro: Willie Hutch]
Oh, little girl
I feel like, we can make it ..
Oh, little girl
I feel like, we can make it