Lyric Homie Don t Play That

(Willie D)

Don t say I didn t warn ya
About playin them hoe games
Like callin me out on my name
Some a y all are still gonna try to show off
And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
I won t undetstand how a man can call a man
A bitch or a hoe and be playin
In my book that s a no-no
Your mouth don t write a check that your ass can t cash bro
Pop you on the (?????) for what
Niggas done got when they played too much
Willie D ll tap a bitch and that s it
Anything else is punk shit
I ll 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 don t play that

A lot of suckers got they as kicked
Cause hard heads and rankin don t mix
But if you gonna cap on each other
You gotta know when it s gettin personal sucker
Instead of eatin up your homeboys grill
See that s how a nigga gettin killed
Fools like to joke when your serious
So to kill the bullshit I stopped fuckin wit her, period
Don t snatch my hat off my head like we re homies
And greet me wit a (????) cause you don t know me
Play with your mother or your father
You ain t got no pussy I don t even wanna be bothered

And you bet not act like you wanna swang
Cause I m pretty good with them thangs
So call my bluff, do what you like and
I ma make you read these Nikes
Wrastlin ain t 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 ain t nutthin but a racket
Your whole conversation is plastic
You say you like my new jacket
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic
It s in your voice when we shootin the shit
Maytag ass nigga ain t nuttin but a bitch
Ain t got no back cause your always frontin black
Man homie don t play that

I don t play that

Lets take it all the way back

Niggas say I m 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, don t lose her brother"
You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her
Still waters run deep man
And ain t nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
Call your crib when they know you ain t 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 ain t 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 ain t that a bitch
You could be my brother, my father, but the fact
Is homie don t play that

I don t play that

Man homie don t play that