Play On Playa
Produced by Scott Storch.
[NAS]
How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures
Pray my daughter don't wil' like the Hilton sisters
That'd kill me, yo, filthy rich
My daughter pass it on to the next generation
Throwing carnations at my tombstone
In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on
Then we do a dance like my man Luther jam
But my verse came first
I stole change out her purse now I wanna dig her up outta the earth
Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph
Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in that weed bag
Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production
Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin
Hit a spliff through a séance, play on playa
Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose, rubies in the Jesús piece
Pimped out like Snoop be but an East Coast thing
My girl stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head
Billion dollar dream head, went from triple beams to digital
Serving fiends, the minimal - sixty g's, no criminal no mo'
Just mo' dough, mimosas pouring
Oprah's earrings on fingers
While your girl performs cunnilingus
'Cause this big money aroma lingers
Barber cleans his blade then he give me a fade, hot towel on the face
Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight
Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake
Come through like Mo Green from Godfather so clean
Where I step, I Clorox it
Keep twenty g's on both sides of the thighs - that's four pockets
Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price
But we ain't into buying conflict ice
That's the shit they stole from the Congo and other black soil
True mack for you, nappy hair, just spinning
Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending
Finest females I just came on and sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
Nas f/ Snoop Dogg: Play on Playa
posted by Fletch at 4:22 PM
8 Comments:
Reviewed in some early write-ups for Street's Disciple, Play On Playa is another 2004 song, kinda. The beat is probably the same from then till now, and Nas' first verse, as it was quoted originally by Blender and MTV and sounds more at home amongst the SD crowd, probably is as well. However, no mention of Snoop was ever made, and the second verse finds Nas referencing his counterpart and sporting an entirely more energetic flow. It's these parts that are the likely '06 additions. And if we can compare Nas' two verses, despite their differences in styles, more introspective compared to brag-heavy, again, when it comes down to it rhyming-wise, Nas comes off a lot more fresh now. It's a sex rap, in part, which is always shaky grounds for the QB rapper, but, elsewhere, the pattern he works out ("triple beams - to digital / serving fiends - the minimal / sixty g's - no criminal") is, dare I say, Esco-like.
Snoop's avenue for dope is more focused on style than strict lyrical content, but it works for its own reasons too. And then Scott Storch's Marvin Gaye-turn of a beat is its own pleasant surprise. I edited out the first verse and threw the redux version on my Blue Carpet Treatment mix. It's an enjoyable song, but I don't know how well it fits on HHID.
by far the worst song on the album. it was totally unnecessary.
NaS kills it on the second verse and Snoop is a nice addition. Not one of the standout tracks, but far from the worst (Who Killed It?).
you're crazy. who killed it is amazing.
this is a nice track...
This might be the best track on the album. Both Nas & Snoop kill this beat. But why ain't Snoopy's lyrics up there, and the hook?
this track is hypnotic. it's the kind of beat that could be boring with some mcs on it, but Nas and Snoop are perfect on it, they blend alot better on this track than i would ever picture them mixing their styles. And Nas straight up kills it in that first verse.
my favorite song on the album. no concept, just unfuckwittable flows from two of the greatest mcs ever over a pimped out beat.
what more do you need?
this one stays on repeat
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