Lyrics Is a Playa - Pimp C
Hold
up
Comin'
down
Hold
up
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
thing
like
a
dirty
sweet,
from
off
the
street
My
thing
like
a
O'
of
indo
from
Sacremento
Lately
y'all
been
monkeyin',
he
call
you
a
bitch
Keep
me
all
up
in
yo'
shit,
tryna
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
if
ya
good
With
him,
you
know
that
you
shouldn't
With
me,
you
know
that
you
should
Go
pussy
thug,
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
sickle,
she
love
my
pickle
And
if
you
gave
her
a
dime,
nigga
she
gave
me
a
nickel
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
I'sa
playa,
I'sa
mack,
I
love
getting
at
these
ladies
But
not
more
than
my
paper
stacks
Now
rule
one
get
yo'cash
on
M.O.B
That's
Paper
In
My
Pocket,
my
nigga
P.I.M.P
Homie
don't
hate
me
mayne,
just
hate
the
game
The
only
reason
yo'
woman
digging
me
'cause
I
play
with
change
Don't
take
it
personal
my
nigga,
I
don't
love
her,
I'm
a
playa
She
just
gon'
keep
me
company
while
I
get
lifted
as
I
lay
her
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
cess
in
her
S
W
I
S
UH
Versace,
down
like
Fran
Dresser,
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
thing
and
dumb
is
another
Brotha,
I'd
be
dumb
to
let
her
run
things
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
I'sa
playa,
I'sa
mack,
I
love
getting
at
these
ladies
But
not
more
than
my
paper
stacks
Now
rule
one,
get
yo'cash
on,
M.O.B
That's
Paper
In
My
Pocket,
my
nigga
P.I.M.P
Homie
don't
hate
me
mayne,
just
hate
the
game
The
only
reason
yo'
woman
digging
me
'cause
I
play
with
change
Don't
take
it
personal
my
nigga,
I
don't
love
her,
I'm
a
playa
She
just
gon'
keep
me
company
while
I
get
lifted
as
I
lay
her
Did
you
ever
think
about
who's
ass
ya
girl's
was
Before
the
booty
had
became
yours?
If
a
nigga's
sane
flows,
you
know
everything
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,
motherfuck
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'
UGK
shit,
scoop
a
bitch
or
hit
the
booty
How
the
man,
yeah
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
hits,
two
blows
She
heard
my
new
shit,
it
was
new
clothes
New
golds,
carefully
Herringbones
and
cellphones
Brought
her
friend
home,
now,
I'm
freakin'
two
hoes
If
ya
girl
be
wit'
me,
somethin'
nifty
She
prob'ly
wanna
lick
me
I'm
the
Twista,
I
send
the
whole
pissy
joint
to
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
more
than
my
paper
stacks
Now
rule
one
get
yo'cash
on
M.O.B
That's
Paper
In
My
Pocket,
my
nigga
P.I.M.P
Homie
don't
hate
me
mayne,
just
hate
the
game
The
only
reason
yo'
woman
digging
me
'cause
I
play
with
change
Don't
take
it
personal
my
nigga,
I
don't
love
her,
I'm
a
playa
She
just
gon'
keep
me
company
while
I
get
lifted
as
I
lay
her
1 Knockin Doors Down - Intro
2 Knockin Doors Down
3 Pop It 4 Pimp
4 Hogg in the Game (Interlude)
5 Hogg In The Game
6 Is a Playa (Interlude)
7 Is a Playa
8 The Honey (Interlude)
9 The Honey
10 Wood Wheel (Interlude)
11 Wood Wheel
12 Pourin Up
13 My Angel
14 Swang Down
15 16.5 (Interlude)
16 16.5
17 Free
18 Comin' Up
19 Bobby and Whitney (Interlude)
20 Bobby and Whitney
21 Ima Hustler
22 Get Cha Mind Right
23 Mom and Bun
24 I Miss You
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