I'm a Player (Street Version)

歌詞

[I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] You see I made up my mind when I was 17 I ain't with no marriage & a weddin' ring I be a player for life. So where's my wife? Probably at the rehab stuck at the pipe 'cause she must be smokin' & I'm not jokin' Too $hort baby comin' straight from Oakland Got way mo' bitches than I ever need I put that on a big fat bag of weed 'cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint Bitches Ain't Shit & now I made my point So you can light that weed While I spit this rap & tell you about a player from way back I was only 14 when I first got my dick sucked Now I'm grown up & I really like to bust nuts Gittin' freaky in the right situations. You wanna rap? Well that's a nice occupation To get pussy when you want 'n' how you want it fool' 'cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high school' I used to fuck young ass hoes Used to be broke & didn't have no clothes Now I fuck top notch bitches Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches About a pimp named $horty from the Oakland set Been mackin' for years 'n' ain't fell of yet So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy Throw a peace sign & say "Hey pimp daddy!" 'cause I never would front' on my folks I slow down & let the gold diggers count my spokes Bitches come a dime a dozen So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin Your 2 sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch $hort Dog in the house with some player shit... [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] All the fake players peep game from the real Player hatin' lover tell me how do you feel When you front to the homies how you grind 'em Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em You got 1 girlfriend & you see her every night Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life Looked at your watch it said 6:22 Cut to the house & said "Baby I love you" Can't act like a mack like playboy $ho' an' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch! Comin' up we learn how to "BREAK" these hoes & when your through gettin' yours then you shake these hoes & when your older, it's nothin' but a routine Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans I know I seen it before I see it again Young tender sayin' "$hort would you be my man...?" [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] Yeah there's alot of fake players out there Talkin' bad about Ant Banks. You know what I'm sayin'? But "I" ain't trippin' up. $hort Dog. What you do about them player haters? Try 'n' stay away from Kriss Kross imitators Put you in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters I thought you knew, $hort Dog is a player Born to mack 'n' got bitches everywhere I ride around town in my clean ass cars Screenin' these hoes like movie stars Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat I was born to mack I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch Until you kick that $hort Dog habit got you all on my dick & even though I can't fuck you every day "IT'S" 'cause I got another bitch around' the way We can all get together on a late night Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight I really don't care 'Cause I'm A Player... [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"] [I'm A Player & I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]