"you can't play a playa"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	This was the first track we cut. It came from a session in which we (Applejack and the Bionic) had some spare time in the studio. From there we recorded three freestyle rap battles and picked the one we liked the best. It just so happened that we used the first version.
	CD: none   Label: none...yet! Credits: Produced by Andy Vintage. Drums by Jonathan Heuner
	Story Behind the Song When Andy approached us with the idea of a rap battle, we were trippin. He offered to produce the song for no charge. We wanted live drums so he called Jon in who dropped us this simple, phat beat in one take and then left. Andy worked the synth and the two of us took care of the rest. Lyrics =The Bionic:= A .45 is all I need to survive I'm alive, realize that I strive to drive you out of town you can walk cause I lifted your ride and I tied your hands and i stole your pride. I got ice in my grill, looks to kill, an abundance of ladies waiting over the hill. if i will it to be, the bills, you see, a G or a mil' is gonna get it to me =Applejack=: My name is Applejack step back lest I bust a cap. My rhymes are comin' at you like a heart attack. The bionic, what? He's not the chronic. I smoke nothin but pure hydroponic. The bionic says he's a dutch bro but I think it's more like a dutch ho. In fact I just happen to know that he's got no dough cause he blew it on blow. I will throw lead til all y'alls dead. put 2 in your chest and 2 in your head You can't play a playa cause a playa must get paid =The Bionic=: So take off all bets I know you stole your flow from straight off the net while you were breathing the snow. If you come on back from down off of your crack I gots a blackjack headed for the small of your back. And it's true when they say that a playa must play. If your game is lame then it's the same each day. You go home alone get stoned as they say. Spend the rest of the night with Reuben and Clay. =Applejack=: The Bionic tried to rumble once but the fool he fought just made him look like a dunce. He got hit not once but twice, and if the mood is right I might just make it thrice. My name is applejack and I eat what I like and what I want to eat now is this fool to my right because I'm a rhyme writer. Crime fighter. Have a game that just can't get any tighter. You can't play a playa cause a playa must get paid =The Bionic=: What's that Applejack, you say you eat what you like? Well you can eat my dust while you polish your bike. While I rock the mic tonight hang on tight and know we might just fight if the mood is right. I got rings a-plenty, dubs is 20", shorty Penny she don't know about Jenny. Find a girl any place in this world, hard to keep em in line when there's just so many. =Applejack=: My name is M.C. Apple and I was raised in philly. When I'm in a rap battle my opponents just look silly. I hit hard like avant guard, guns blazin out into the yard. cops run when they see my car cause i am phat like Roseanne Barr.

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