Homie Don’t Play That lyrics

by

Bushwick Bill


Don't say I didn't warn ya
About playin' them ho games
Like callin' me out on my name
Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off
And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
I won't understand how a man can call a man
A b*tch or a ho and be playin'
In my book that's a no-no
Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash bro
Pop you on the butt for what
n*ggas done got when they played too much
Willie D'll tap a b*tch and that's it
Anything else is punk sh*t
I'll give you some a this *shots*
And some a this *shots*
They're just special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black
Cause homie don't play that

A lot of suckers got they ass kicked
Cause hard heads and rankin don't mix
But if you gonna cap on each other
You gotta know when it's gettin personal sucker
Instead of eatin up your homeboys grill
See that's how a n*gga gettin killed
Fools like to joke when your serious
So to kill the bullsh*t I stopped f*ckin tripping with her period
Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies
And greet me wit a bump cause you don't know me
Play with your mother or your father
You ain't got no pus*y I don't even wanna be bothered
And you bet' not act like you wanna swing
Cause I'm pretty good with them thangs
So call my bluff, do what you like and
I'mma make you read these Nikes
Wrestlin' ain't masculine
You say you wanna go to war B
Instead of tryin' to test me
Horse playin' like an adolescent
Will get your ass wrapped up like a present
Your compliments ain't nuthin' but a racket
Your whole conversation is plastic
You say you like my new jacket
Jealous motherf*cka even sound sarcastic
It's in your voice when we shootin' the sh*t
Maytag ass n*gga ain't nuttin but a b*tch
Ain't got no back cause your always frontin' black
Man homie don't play that
I don't play that

Lets take it all the way back

n*ggas say I'm crazy
When I say keep your comments about my lady
They say "You're lucky, I wish I had a girl like that"
I never smile cause I know where they hearts is at
All in front of my girl sayin' how pretty she looks
Game recognized, I wrote the book
"Got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother"
You may as well straight up say you wanna f*ck her
Still waters run deep man
And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
Call your crib when they know you ain't home
Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone
Snake in the grass I see him comin
From a mile away I start gunnin'
And everytime one drops
You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox
See we ain't that cool
Where you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel fool
Or conversate wit us alone
Then I have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on
With that idle chatter
You say your just bein' friendly ain't that a b*tch
You used to be my brother, I'm a father, but the fact
Is homie don't play that
I don't play that

Man homie don't play that
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