(willie d)
Dont say I didnt warn ya
About playin them hoe games
Like callin me out on my name
Some a yall are still gonna try to show off
And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
I wont undetstand how a man can call a man
A bitch or a hoe and be playin
In my book thats a no-no
Your mouth dont write a check that your ass cant cash bro
Pop you on the (? ? ? ? ? ) for what
Niggas done got when they played too much
Willie dll tap a bitch and thats it
Anything else is punk shit
Ill give you some a this *shots*
And some a this *shots*
Their just special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black
Cause homie dont play that
A lot of suckers got they as kicked
Cause hard <? ? ? heads? ? ? > and rankin dont mix
But if you gonna cap on each other
You gotta know when its gettin personal sucker
Instead of eatin up your homeboys grill
See thats how a nigga gettin killed
Fools like to joke when your serious
So to kill the bullshit I stopped fuckin wit her, period
Dont snatch my hat off my head like were homies
And greet me wit a (? ? ? ? ) cause you dont know me
Play with your mother or your father
You aint got no pussy I dont even wanna be bothered
And you bet not act like you wanna swang
Cause Im pretty good with them thangs
So call my bluff, do what you like and
Ima make you read these nikes
Wrastlin aint masculine
You say you wanna go to war b
Instead of tryin to test me
Horse playin like an adolescent
Will get your ass wrapped up like a present
Your compliments aint nutthin but a racket
Your whole conversation is plastic
You say you like my new jacket
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic
(? ? ? ? ) your (? ? ? ? ) when we shootin the shit
Maytag ass nigga aint nuttin but a bitch
Aint got no back cause your always frontin black
Man homie dont play that
I dont play that
Lets take it all the way back
Niggas say Im crazy
When I say keep your comments about my lady
They say "your lucky, I wish I had a girl like that"
I never smile cause I know where they hearts is at
All in front of my girl sayin how pretty she looks
Game recognized, I wrote the book
"got a good thing, hold tight, dont lose her brother"
You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her
Still waters run deep man
And aint nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
Call your crib when they know you aint home
Tryin to rap to your girl on the telephone
Snake in the grass I see him comin
From a mile away I start gunnin
And everytime one drops
You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox
See we aint that cool
Where you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel fool
Or conversate wit us alone
Then I have to step in and stop ya from goin on and on
With that idle chatter
You say your just bein friendly aint that a bitch
You used to be my brother, Im a father, but the fact
Is homie dont play that
I dont play that
Man homie dont play that
