Is a Playa

Hold up Comin' down Hold up Smoke somethin' Lately he been flippin' and stayin' on the grind Tellin' you that you fine but he ain't spendin' no time I be pourin' wine, tryin' to knock out your spine Make you mine from behind, to some slowed down 'Bump n' Grind' His thing like a dirty sweet, from off the street My thing like a O' of indo from Sacremento Lately y'all been monkeyin', he call you a bitch Keep me all up in yo' shit, tryna dig you a new ditch Now I admit that he rich and that his money is good Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fuckin' on leather and wood I'm just a yougin' from the hood with some dick if ya good With him, you know that you shouldn't With me, you know that you should Go pussy thug, like a glove when I push and I shove Knock a dime out the climb 'cause I ain't makin' love See yo' man the type of guy to get jealous and hit'cha But me, I lick ya where he don't and suck real hard on yo' nipple My game is sharp as a sickle, she love my pickle And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me a nickel So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time I'sa playa, I'sa mack, I love getting at these ladies But not more than my paper stacks Now rule one get yo'cash on M.O.B That's Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P Homie don't hate me mayne, just hate the game The only reason yo' woman digging me 'cause I play with change Don't take it personal my nigga, I don't love her, I'm a playa She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her Naturally I have to be dead serious, maybe not Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out Yes, I was impressed by the cess in her S W I S UH Versace, down like Fran Dresser, bless her heart She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo Talkin' smart wit' all that you know, comin' wit' he-say, she-say From what she heard at the club 'bout some chick that I had played on Well bitch, you should have stayed home She mad 'cause I done told her girl off but the bitch was wrong and you You gon' let these messy ho's fuck yo' world off I tried to love her, man, but see love is one thing and dumb is another Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run things I should've passed but I was gassed, super-unleaded And her nappy headed ass gon' regret it, remember I said it 'Cause I'm in a sublime, new state and frame of mind 'Cause it'd be a crime for me to waste my time I'sa playa, I'sa mack, I love getting at these ladies But not more than my paper stacks Now rule one, get yo'cash on, M.O.B That's Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P Homie don't hate me mayne, just hate the game The only reason yo' woman digging me 'cause I play with change Don't take it personal my nigga, I don't love her, I'm a playa She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was Before the booty had became yours? If a nigga's sane flows, you know everything goes Fuckin' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows Sportin' furry Kango's, she can't go, rockin' paid shows Paper hard to fold, plus I roll slick, keep talkin' shit If you don't like me, it's most likely 'Cause I done holla'd at yo bitch, why she so thick? Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em But I make her feel like uh-huh, can you do it? Uh-huh But when I scoup her up She know that I'm the one to make a slut cum Gotta man, he a lame anyway, motherfuck that stuff Mad 'cause I snuck that love, baby, don't bust that slug So go on 'head roll up that bud, so we can fuck So wassup? Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie Or bumpin' UGK shit, scoop a bitch or hit the booty How the man, yeah I knew G but she don't usually say shit 'Cause the pussy make a motherfucka wanna ball up and cry Chicka-pow-pow, I love them thighs when I'm rollin' aside I ain't gon' up and die like the guy that we got high Take away more than two hits, two blows She heard my new shit, it was new clothes New golds, carefully Herringbones and cellphones Brought her friend home, now, I'm freakin' two hoes If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty She prob'ly wanna lick me I'm the Twista, I send the whole pissy joint to drippy Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on I'sa playa, I'sa mack, I love getting at these ladies But not more than my paper stacks Now rule one get yo'cash on M.O.B That's Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P Homie don't hate me mayne, just hate the game The only reason yo' woman digging me 'cause I play with change Don't take it personal my nigga, I don't love her, I'm a playa She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her