I' Sa Playa

[Pimp C] Uhh Hold up Comin' down Hold up Smoke somethin' [Verse 1: Pimp C] 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 thang like a dirty Sweet, from off the street My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacramento Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a bitch Keep me all up in yo' shit, try'na 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 cicle, 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 Time [Chorus] Is'a playa Is'a mack I love gettin to this ladies But not more than these paper stacks Now rule one, get your cash on m.o.b. Keep paper in my pocket my nigga p.i.m.p Don't hate me major Just hate the game The only reason your woman diggin' me Is cause I play with things Don't take it personal my nigga I dont love I'ma playa She just gon' keep me company While I get lifted and I lay her [Verse 2: Bun B] Well 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 sex in her ass W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress her, 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 thang, and dumb is anotha' Brotha', I'd be dumb to let her run thangs 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 My time [Chorus] (Verse 3, Twista] 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 like-ly, 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 scoop her up, she know that I'm the one to make a slut-cum Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-fuck 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' U-G, K shit, scoop a bitch or hit the booty How the man, yea 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 cell-phones But her friend home, now I'm freakin' two ho's If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me I'm the Twista, I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on [Chorus]