Why Iz U Playin’ lyrics

(*talking*)
Yeah, F-I Sleepy Eyed Jones up in here
Mic up mic check, check this out ya heard me

[Fiend]
Take her from the hood, hit em with the wood
Whip em with the jug, send em on they way just like you should
That's the working, of the Sleepy Eyed Jones
From under water New Orleans, I keep her mind gone
Dropping paper, on my books
Like it was time, and if you don't want it now then want it noon
Summer time up in June, she was lying with a dude
Said she was buying shoes, she was lying in the nude
In the Playboy mansion
In my bed just jump in and dancing, that's to be old fashioned
She took no time, to seduce me
Told her head right, I'll take you to Gucci
A purse a hat, f*ck it rake up the luggage
Come on the road with me, girl I'll cut your ass off balling
Stelma, with out all of the Evans
Dressed in C and D, nothing less if she with me

[Hook]
Say b*tch, why is you playing with me
I keep the baddest broads, and finer designings with me
Yeah I break bread, come to the Bahamas with me
Heard of my hood tales, and line under the sticky
So Ms. why is you playing with me
Why is you playing with me, why is you playing with me
So Ms., why is you playing with me
Why is you playing with me, why is you playing with me