I’sa Playa lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C]
Uhh
Hold up
Comin' down
Hold up
Mm
Smoke somethin'

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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 thang like a dirty Sweet, from off the street
My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacremento
Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a b*tch
Keep me all up in yo' sh*t, tryina dig you a new ditch
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
Got my di*ked sucked in his 'Six, I'm f*ckin' on leather and wood
I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some di*k if ya good
With him, you know that you shouldn't
With me, you know that you should
Go pus*y snug, 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 cicle, she love my pickle
And if you gave her a dime, n*gga she gave me a nickle
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my di*k on her mind
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time
Time
[Hook: Z-Ro]
I's a playa, I's a 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 n*gga 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 n*gga, I don't love her, I'm a playa
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Well 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 sex in her ass
W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress her, bless her heart
She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo
Talkin' smart with' all that "you know", comin' with' he-say, she-say
From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that I had played on
Well b*tch, you should have stayed home
She mad cause I done told her girl off, but the b*tch was wrong, and you
You gon' let these messy ho's f*ck yo' world off
I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha
Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run thangs
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
[Hook: Z-Ro]
I's a playa, I's a 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 n*gga 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 n*gga, I don't love her, I'm a playa
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her

[Verse 3: Twista]
Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was
Before the booty had became yours?
If a n*gga's sane flows, you know everythang goes
f*ckin' 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' sh*t
If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause I done holla'd at yo b*tch
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 sl*t-c*m
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-f*ck 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 f*ck
So wassup? Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie
Or bumpin' U-G, K sh*t, scoop a b*tch or hit the booty
How the man, yea I knew g, but she don't usually, say sh*t
Cause the pus*y make a motherf*cka 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 sh*t, it was new clothes
New golds, carefully Herringbones, and cell-phones
But her friend home, now I'm freakin' two ho's
If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me
I'm the Twista, I flame a ho p*ssy drunk and drippy
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on
[Hook: Z-Ro]
I's a playa, I's a 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 n*gga 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 n*gga, I don't love her, I'm a playa
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her