Home Girl Don’t Play Dat lyrics

[Verse 1]
How to survive in South Central
Rule number one: Don't f*** with a n*gga in a Benz-o
It's '92 and **** is getting hectic
So if you get naked stay protected (Yep)
And keep an open eye, for people smoking high
Cause that's when you slip and you trip and ah...
Once I knew this girl who dressed like a hooker
'Til sum n*ggas five-deep in a Jeep came and took her (Come here)
So I can play the tricky them beanies and the clickies
Don't blink if you wear a fat link, damn skippy
Take it from a sister who knows the street life
Bo knows sports, I take no shorts
A woman gotta do what a woman gotta do
Make one move and they'll gat you
In the back—with a gat
The homegirl don't play that!
(Yeah)

[Hook]
(Samples)
The homegirl don't play that

[Verse 2]
Rule number two: get yourself a crew
Cause Yo-Yo rolls with the I.B.W
Mama said never take candy from a stranger
Nine times out of ten they put you in danger
So don't let 'em, if you just met 'em
And he's tryin' to be a pimp and drive a Nissan Sentra
Talkin' that talk, drive his own car and...
f*ck it, don't trust 'em, from the biggest to the smallest
Cause chances are he's bolder than a smoker
So don't let a fool honey child cause he smile
His faces come in all different sizes and shapes
A .38 works much better than some mace
Foreign macaroni tony keep it in your coochie
Cause only some hoochies let him pop that coochie
Now he's got the most maniacs on the meth
That's why I stay strapped, homegirl don't play that
(Yeah)
[Hook]
The homegirl don't play that, trick
The homegirl don't play that, trick
The homegirl don't play that, trick
The homegirl don't play that, trick
(Break 'em off)
(Don't do it)
(Don't do it)
(Don't do it)
(Don't do it)

[Verse 3]
Break it down to the nitty-gritty; the city's sh*tty (Yep)
A place where they show no pity (Uh!)
Some just won't take no for an answer
Snatch and disappear faster than casper (See ya!)
Going with the purse, you're running like [Hershell?]
Walkin' down the block, you yellin' "Stop!
Somebody call the police, he stole my diamonds and my pearls
A tall dark guy with a curl" Uh
Next-door neighbors, nice people
But they don't want no beef, so they see no evil
Hear no evil, you better go tell a friend
Cause you'll probably never see your Liz Claiborne again
It's off to the slums, the winos and the bums
Dial 9-1-1, wait-wait-wait 'til they come
So if you try to play me out like a toy
You gotta deal with three hundred and fifty-seven homeboys
[Hook]
(Don't do it)
The homegirl don't play that, punk
The homegirl don't play that, punk
The homegirl don't play that, punk