Don't Hate The Playa - Ice T

TS: Yeah, man, we just sitting back, chilling

Bunch of players listening to the seventh deadly sin

Short dawg is doing his thing with my nigga Ice-T

Don’t fake the funk

I: Ice-T baby, this goes out to all you haters out there

Actin' like a brother done did somethin' wrong

Cause he got his game tight

Don’t hate the player, hate the game

Don’t hate the player, hate the game

Niggas, sharpen your aim

Every baller on the streets is searching fortune and fame

Some come up, some get done up, except the twist

If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk

Sometimes I get illy, cock back the nine-milli

I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass silly

Just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five milli

Swimming pool in my livin' room, I guess I’mma willy

I don’t get high, so I don’t split the phillies

Niggas say they gonna kill me and I say: «Oh really?»

Hit my Kawazakie I pull off on a willy

This is straight-lace pimpin', I know you hoes feel me

I come through — make your whole club petrol

You might as well let go, I blast, make the whole cub echo

You don’t really wannna test an L.A. vet though

Most of my crews' on Death Row — the real

Quick with the trigger, nice with the steel

Step into the kill zone caps get peeled

You whack, you looking for a record deal

Bow down, on second thought punk bitch kneel

Don’t hate, cause my game’s much tighter than yours

My girls, finer than yours, my jewels shine, brighter than yours

You look me dead in my face

Then you act like you don’t see me

You wanna be me, you hate my motherfucking guts

Licking nuts — what’s the deal?

It’s a level playing field

My game’s against yours, hustling wars

Roll the dice, risk your motherfucking life

Bank rolls and low hoes, anything goes

Ridin' rolls in a week, clap a nigga who speaks

I’m suceedin', in tryin' to keep from bleedin' in the lane

Crystal Meth, F.C.C., and crack, cocaine

Got a nigga tryin' to figure out the best route

I got cops in my rear view, too, but I’ll shoot

Every bitch I meet is fucking up to something

Take a nigga to the crib lay him down and start dumping

Gat pumping, they’ll kill your ass for a G

Hate the game, motherfucker, don’t hate me

Yo, my name will sell better than rap like the Acropolis

Suckers might as well step back, there ain’t no stoppin' this

Whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this

I still got more Lexus and gators on my shopping list

Make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid

Hit more licks than you, and never caught a bid

Make the whole world go crazy, they said about the pig

Bald-headed hoes step back;

bitch, go and cop a wig

When I do a show, best believe it drop

Every night I got my straps, best believe they cocked

Some bitch talks crazy, then that bitch gets socked

If a man steps up, then he too gets dropped

Fuck the cops, I’m still folding fat knots

Catch me on the weekend, floating my yacht

Say, «Ice, kick some game,» and I’ll teach you a lot

Knock your bitch no matter how hard your block

I don’t know why a player wanna hate T

I didn’t choose the game, the game chose me