Homie Don't Play That

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 mouthI won't understand 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 [unverified] for what

Niggas done got when they played too muchWillie D'll tap a bitch and that's it

Anything else is punk shit

I'll give you some a this, and some a this

They're just special effects but you can bet

I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black

'Cause homie don't play thatA lot of suckers got they ass 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 suckerInstead 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, periodDon't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies

And greet me wit a [unverified] 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 botheredAnd 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 masculineYou 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 presentYour compliments ain't nutthin' but a racket

Your whole conversation is plastic

You say you like my new jacket

Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcasticIt's in your voice when we shootin' the shit

Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin' but a bitch

Ain't got no back 'cause you're always frontin' black

Man, homie don't play thatI don't play that

Let's take it all the way backNiggas say, I'm crazy

When I say keep your comments about my lady

They say, "You're 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 looksGame 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, manAnd 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 every time 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 aloneThen 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 thatI don't play that

Man, homie don't play that