I's A Playa - Pimp C

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