Play Witcha Mama lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Hey, didn't your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talking?
Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking
Yo we don't play that
You know what I'm saying?
So you need to go in there and play witcha, mama
Willie D

[Verse 1: Willie D]
The Gangster of Love is on the go once more
I've been solo two in a row
Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars, a big crib
And b*tches on my knob (That's right)
But some motherf*cker's counting me out
I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out
Source Magazine dissing n*ggas' records
I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas
And write a song about it they better like
Scary motherf*ckers probably give a n*gga twenty mics
I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
You wanna play with somebody, play witcha, mama

[Ice Cube]
Ho, yeah
[Willie D]
If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection
You better speed on before you get peed on
Cube tell 'em
[Ice Cube]
Play witcha mama, huh
It don't stop
[Willie D]
It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest
You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west
And I hold a pistola, brown as Coca Cola
Coming from the shooters with the 1, 2, bang, ping
Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing)
It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking
Shut the f*ck up when grown folks is talking
Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids
Forever and a day, n*gga what you say?
Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors off-brand
n*ggas mad dumb but they can't fade us (never)
Wishin they could be like me and Willie D
Not just a punk ass trick silly gee
You better take that little sh*t to your mama
(Westside rolling) Fool with the drama

It don't stop, uh, yeah
You better play witcha mama

[Verse 3: Willie D]
I'm going out like a soldier, I thought I told you
Homie don't play that, so don't make me PD roll ya
When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
Cause I'll split your f*cking wig
Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back
Cause I'm down to earth black
But if a n*gga or a b*tch try to show off
I hit 'em dead in they motherf*cking mouth
And don't talk about suing me
Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E
Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't sh*t
Mad cause I won't speak to you b*tch
Now you want to cause a scene, well that's fine
Cause I do this sh*t all the time (that's right)
Here's a motherf*cker that don't mind the drama
You want to play with somebody play witcha, mama
[Ice Cube]
Play witcha mama, punk
Play witcha mama, ho
Play witcha mama, punk
Play witcha mama, hoe
Willie D, Ice Cube, that's all she wrote
That's all she wrote
It don't stop, 'til the panties drop
Fool play witcha, mama
Put a comma on that motherf*cker Willie D and let's break

[Outro: Willie D]
My mama, your mama hanging on the cut
My mama beat your mama ass up, now get somewhere