Paul Wall - I Got Game lyrics

It ain't nothin to a playa baby
Im babalous, i got game read my slang, baby
It ain't nothin to a playa cause im babalous
I got game

Its just a day in the life play like im shy
But im fly say what I like
A lot of dudes prayin i
Don't lay with they wife
But, you can have her back
Its ok, you alright
I don't want her for life
She just gon stay for the night
So calm your nerves
Cause your way too up tight
Your sharin your girl wit a playa tonight
So deal with it homie
My honey gets jealous everytime i
Hang with they fellas
But my money gets jealous when
Im hangin with cinderellas
They think i got they glass slippers
But i got a news flash
I not your ass-kisser
You'll get cruised past
Scoop up a lil momma in a H2 hummer
Grab the cucumber you a woman?do somethin
Id cut for ya, but your not the one
So go back to ya baby daddy
Just call me for fun hun
Its all good, girls come and they go
I gotta get one thing straight when
They come through the door
No, i ain't trippin, but if
Your trippin, keep trippin, you'll fall
And that means you'll be replaced to
Take a trip in the fall
Im undefeated when it comes to
Hollarin at white girls
When im in the club dudes
Be got somethin like girls
They askin if im mackin to they ex-girlfriend
Well, that all depends on
What your ex-girl spends

Ok, let me break it down it's a numbers game
Im gunna give you a few examples
Just peep what im sayin
Im 72 percent mackin to hoodrats
The other 28 got STD's thats true facts
Picture me in a honey-dip, off in the benz
Off with the top
Now we flyin off in the wind
She offerin skins but
No i just wanna be friends
Cause lil' momma steady coughin up flem
I can't do it but
Movin' on in the blue Yukon
This lil chick on the side
Steady usin the horn
As she demonstrates all that she
Can do with her tongue
Invitin me to come through for some bun
Give me ya number
Im 88 percent on them dark-skinned ladies
They be tellin me that we
Would make beautiful babies
But that translates to
I wanna drive your mercedes
But this boy spittin game ain't lame
Know what im sayin man?

I pit stop this lil chicks on my jock
Im rich but she think im not so
I switch to a six drop
Its a mystery like hitchcock
Why the rims keep on spinnin when
The car makes a quick stop
I love mackin to some stuck-up chicks
I treat em like piss
And still pull five out of six
They in my mix for my 24 inch chrome kicks
But fix ya brain, cause papa-bear don't trick
Give me a kiss, muah
I love hispanic girls that resemble selina
They tell me, Aiy papy, bomonos seena
Coseina but all of those don't translate
What this chicka sayin? I ain't playin
I like girls all types, all colors
I got a army of temporary part-time lovers
When through with em
Ima scoop up one of my many others
Its probably they sisters, they cousin
Maybe even they mothers