I'sa Playa
(专辑: The Sweet James Jones Stories - 2005)
[Pimp C:] Uhh Hold up Coming down Hold up Mm Smoke something [Verse 1: Pimp C] Lately he been flipping and, staying on the
grind Telling you that you fine, but he ain't spending no time I
be pouring wine, trying 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 monkeying, he, call you a
bitch Keep me all up in yo' shit, tryina dig you a
new ditch Now I
admit, that he rich, and that his money is good Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I'm fucking on leather and wood I'm just a
youging from the
hood, with some dick if ya good With him, you know that you shouldn't With me, you know that you should Go pussy thug, like a
glove when I
push and I
shove Knock a
dime out the
climb, cause I
ain't making 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, nigga she gave me a
nickle So while you thinking, she done jet, she got my dick on her mind Keep on neglecting yo' gal, young Pimp C
be spending yo' time Time [Hook: girl singing] It's, liike Sooome-thing's going wrong Something's going wrong Guess, we've Been apart, too long Beeeen, aaa-paart [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 Talking smart with' all that "you know", coming with' he-say, she-say From what she heard at the
club, bout some chick that I
had played on Well bitch, you should have stayed home She mad cause I
done told her girl off, but the
bitch was wrong, and you You gon' let these messy ho's fuck 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 My time [Hook:] It's, liike Sooome-thing's going wrong Something's goooooing wrong Guess, we've Been apart, too long Beeeen, aaa-paart [Verse 3: Twista] Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was Before the
booty had became yours? If a
nigga's sane flows, you know everythang goes Fucking in it til' it's colorful as rainbows Sporting furry Kango's, she can't go, rocking paid shows Paper hard to fold, plus I
roll slick, keep talking shit If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause I
done holla'd at yo bitch Why she so thick? Telling lies and ya said to be believing '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
slut-cum Gotta man, he a
lame anyway, mother-fuck 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 fuck So wassup? Now we in the
Suburb', submerged, watch a
movie Or bumping U-G, K
shit, scoop a
bitch or hit the
booty How the
man, yea I
knew g, but she don't usually, say shit Cause the
pussy make a
motherfucka wanna ball up and cry Chicka-pow-pow, I
love them thighs when I'm rolling 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 shit, it was new clothes New golds, carefully Herringbones, and cell-phones But her friend home, now I'm freaking two ho's If ya girl be with' me, something nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me I'm the
Twista, I
flame a
ho pissy drunk and drippy Damn skippy, gaming it from a
shot of Mississippi, now pimp on [Hook: to fade] It's, liike Sooome-thing's going wrong Something's goooooing wrong Guess, we've Been apart, too long