Pimp C, Z-Ro, Twista, Bun B - I’s a Playa (Time) lyrics
[Pimp C, Z-Ro, Twista, Bun B - I’s a Playa Time lyrics]
Uhh hold up
Comin' down hold up
Mm smoke somethin'
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 Sacramento
Lately y'all been arguin', 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 fuckin' on leather and wood
I'm just a yougin' from the hood
With some dick that feel good
With him, you know that you shouldn't
With me, you know that you should
Your pussy 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
Nigga she gave me a nickle
So while you thinkin', she done jet
She got my dick on her mind
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal
Young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time time
I'sa Playa, I'sa Mack
I love getting at these ladies but not
Like I love my paper stacks
Now rule one get yo cash up: MOB
Thats paper in my pocket my nigga: PIMP
Homie don't hate me mayne just hate the game
The only reason yo’ woman digging me
Because I play with change
Don't take it personal my nigga
I don't love her Imma playa
She just gon keep me company while I
Get lifted as I lay her
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-IS her, Versacci, down
Like Fran Drescher, bless her heart
She was a sweet tart
But'cha never understood her point in our duo
Talkin' smart wit' all that "you
Know", comin' wit' 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
Did you ever think about who's
Ass ya girl's was
Before the booty had became yours?
If a nigga's sang flows
You know everythang goes
Fuckin' 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' shit
If you don't like me, it's most likely
Cause I done holla'd at yo bitch
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 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 bumpin' 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 rollin' aside
I ain't gon' up and die
Like the guy that we got high
Take away more than two hit's, 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 freakin' two ho's
If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty
She prob'ly wanna lick me i'm the Twista
I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy
Damn skippy, gamin' it from
A shot of Mississippi, now pimp on
I'sa Playa, I'sa Mack
I love getting at these ladies but not
Like I love my paper stacks
Now rule one get yo cash up: MOB
Thats paper in my pocket my nigga: PIMP
Homie don't hate me mayne just hate the game
The only reason yo woman digging me
Because I play with change
Don't take it personal my nigga
I don't love her Imma playa
She just gon keep me company while I
Get lifted as I lay her
Comin' down hold up
Mm smoke somethin'
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 Sacramento
Lately y'all been arguin', 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 fuckin' on leather and wood
I'm just a yougin' from the hood
With some dick that feel good
With him, you know that you shouldn't
With me, you know that you should
Your pussy 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
Nigga she gave me a nickle
So while you thinkin', she done jet
She got my dick on her mind
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal
Young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time time
I'sa Playa, I'sa Mack
I love getting at these ladies but not
Like I love my paper stacks
Now rule one get yo cash up: MOB
Thats paper in my pocket my nigga: PIMP
Homie don't hate me mayne just hate the game
The only reason yo’ woman digging me
Because I play with change
Don't take it personal my nigga
I don't love her Imma playa
She just gon keep me company while I
Get lifted as I lay her
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-IS her, Versacci, down
Like Fran Drescher, bless her heart
She was a sweet tart
But'cha never understood her point in our duo
Talkin' smart wit' all that "you
Know", comin' wit' 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
Did you ever think about who's
Ass ya girl's was
Before the booty had became yours?
If a nigga's sang flows
You know everythang goes
Fuckin' 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' shit
If you don't like me, it's most likely
Cause I done holla'd at yo bitch
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 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 bumpin' 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 rollin' aside
I ain't gon' up and die
Like the guy that we got high
Take away more than two hit's, 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 freakin' two ho's
If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty
She prob'ly wanna lick me i'm the Twista
I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy
Damn skippy, gamin' it from
A shot of Mississippi, now pimp on
I'sa Playa, I'sa Mack
I love getting at these ladies but not
Like I love my paper stacks
Now rule one get yo cash up: MOB
Thats paper in my pocket my nigga: PIMP
Homie don't hate me mayne just hate the game
The only reason yo woman digging me
Because I play with change
Don't take it personal my nigga
I don't love her Imma playa
She just gon keep me company while I
Get lifted as I lay her