"I don't wanna be a playa no mo'...I'm not a playa I just crush a lot."
Oh Big Pun...thou art truly conflicted. On one hand, thou is seemingly tired of the "playa" lifestyle, and you long for the safety of domestic life: the white picket fence, the welsh corgi named Camper, dinner and a movie, etc. On the other hand, it's hard to give up that five-oh benzito or the twinzito (from which lye is puffed)...not to mention your kiko from queens nicknamed Perico.
Messr Punisher, is it possible that thou might be a modern day Jeckll / Hyde? Is is possible that by day you are just another young go-getter trying to find his soul mate? But once you imbibe that mysterious potion known as "Drank" / "Sizzurp" thou turn'ist into the dainjia-seeking playa who would seeketh out thy ghetto brunette, and would like nothing more than to parketh the jeep, pumpeth Mobb Deep and just sparketh the leaf.
Warning: Explicit Language (Zard...have you ever actually listened to these lyrics....drrrrrty)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Rhf5n27BGc
Don't we all have a little Punisher in us? Were I to possess several cars, a plane, rap-ability, game, enormous weight problem, etc...I would likely face some of the same pressures as Messr Punisher. I ask you this: How can one not wanna be a playa no mo' if one has never been a playa? Did I just blow your f'n mind?
In all seriousness, isn't it fun to pretend we are playas? Isn't that the point? No one ever pretends like they are getting played...cuz that would be ridiculous! It's much more fun to pour champagne on people on the dance floor than to have it poured on you...or is it?
Don't stop...git it git it!
Boricua, Morena
Shout out to Zard and, of course, the Big Ponisher.
Hope you Dig,
JZ
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