paroles de chanson Play Witcha Mama - Ice Cube , Willie D

Hey
Didn't your mama tell you?
To shut up when grown folks is talking?
Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking
Yo we don't play that
So you need to go in there and play witcha mama
Willie D
The Gangster of Love is on the go once more
I've been solo two in a row
Still got a bank full of money
Fancy cars, a big crib and tricks on my knob (That's right)
But some fool's counting me out
I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out
Source Magazine dissing my records
I go to New York and kick fools back to Texas (Hahaha)
And write a song about it they better like
Scary little punk probably give a twenty mics
I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
You want to play with somebody? Play witcha mama punk!
Yeah
If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection
You better speed on before you get peed on
Cube tell 'em
Play witcha mama
Yeah, wassup Chris?
It don't stop
It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop
Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest
You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west
And I hold a, pistola, brown as Coca Cola
Coming from the shooters
With the 1, 2, bang, ping
Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing)
It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking
Keep your mouth shut when grown folks is talking
Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids
Forever and a day, fool what you say?
Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors own brand
Suckas mad dumb but they can't fade us (Never)
Wishin they could be like me and Willie D
Not just a punk, trick silly gee
You better take that to your mama
(Westside rolling) Fool with the drama?
It don't stop
What's the name of song?
Play witcha mama
Willie D, spit that with...
I'm going out like a soldier, I tired told ya
Homie don't play that
So don't make me peteroll you
When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
Cause I'll split your damn wig
Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back
Cause I'm down to earth black
But if a hook or a hoe try to show off
I trunk like cock and bust in their mouth
And don't talk about suing me
Cause you won't live to see a D-I-M-E
Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't made
Mad cause I told ya, ain't nothin' shaking
Now you want to cause a scene, little rapper
Fine, cause like Ice Cube, I down for ever
Here's a one brother that don't mind the drama
You want to play with somebody? Play witcha mama!
Play witcha mama, punk
Play witcha mama, trick
Play witcha mama, punk
Play witcha mama, trick
It don't stop
'Til the panties drop
That's all she wrote?
Yo, yo, that's all she wrote?
Hey Willie D, put a comma on this mama
My mama, mama yo, my mama fight at this stole
My mama drop yo mama to the floor, now get somewhere