I'sa Playa Songtext

von 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