Girl Talk - Play Your Part (Pt. 1) lyrics

Play your part (Sweet Jones)

My bitch a choosy lover
Never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets
Like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch ho's get the most, not the lesser
Trash like the fuck for 40
Dollars in the club
Fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop
I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking
Lot we turn heads some ho's wanna choose
But them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me
You ain't a pimp you a fairy



Pump that shit up, pump that shit up
Pump that shit up, pump that shit up
Pump that shit up, pump that shit up
Pump that shit up, pump that shit up
Pump that, pump that
Pump that shit up, pump that shit up
Pump that, pump that
Pump that shit up, pump that shit up

Now walk it out, now walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out
West Side walk it out, South Side walk it out
East Side walk it out, North Side walk it out
Now hit the dance floor
And bend your back low
She do it with no hands
Now stop pop and roll
I'm smoking bubble, ho
Now they in trouble ho
I like the way she move, an undercover ho
It's on once again, Patron once again
I threw my head back
Then I froze like the Wind
West Side walk it out, South Side walk it out
East Side walk it out north Side walk it out

We're not gonna take it (You can show me how)
(Uh uh, no way, you can show me how)
No, we ain't gonna take it!
(You can show me how)
(Uh uh, no way, you can show me how)
We're not gonna take it anymore!
(Hey, hey you can show me how
Hey, hey you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how)

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Ok, we poppin' champagne like we
Won a championship game
(Look like I got on a championship ring)
'Cause I ball hard (No bitch we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (And I'm J-R uh)

Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
(What you know about that? What
You know about that?)
Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
(What you know about that? I
Know all about that)

Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you lil' niggas
The money in the way
And II'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blazed
If you ain't gonna ride fly then
You may as well hate, shit
I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
No, it ain't my birthday but I
Got my name on the cake, shit
Believe that and if ya mans wanna play
I'ma fuck around and put the
Boy brains on da table
Hey, pick 'em up, fuck 'em, let 'em lay
Where I'm from we see a
Fuckin' dead body everyday
Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
Make a song about me
I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop)
Your bitch on my pipe
She like a crack addict
When she saw me cookin' eggs
She thought I was back at it
I grab my keys, ho, I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket
And my motorcycle loafs

'Cause nothing compares
(What you know about that?)
Nothing compares to you
(What you know about that?)
(I was gettin' some head, gettin'
Gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head, gettin'
Gettin' some head)
Nothing compares (What you know about that?)
Nothing compares to you
(I know all about that)
(I was gettin' some head, gettin'
Gettin' some head i was with the kinda girl
That make yo toes curl)