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I'm A Player

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bassYou see I made up my mind when I was seventeen

I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring

I be a player fo' life so where's my wife

Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe

Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'

Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland

Got way mo' bitches than I ever need

I put that on a big fat bag of weed

Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint

Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point

So you can light that weed

While I spit this rap

And tell you 'bout a player from way back

I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked

Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts

Gettin' freaky in the right situations

You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation

To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'

Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'

I used to fuck young-ass hoes

Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes

Now I fuck top notch bitches

Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches

'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set

Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet

So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy

Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy

Cause I never would fron' on my folks

I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes

Bitches come a dime a dozen

So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin

Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch

Short Dog in the house with some player shitI'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bassI'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bassAll the fake players peep game from the real

Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel

When you front to the homies how you grind 'em

Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em

You got one girlfriend you see her every night

Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life

Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two

Cut to the house and said baby I love you

Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'

An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch

Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes

And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes

And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine

Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans

I know I seen it before

I see it again

Young tender saying Short would you be my manI'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bassI'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bassYeeeah there's a lot of fake players out there

Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'

But hey ain' trippin up

Short Dog, what you do about them player hatersTry 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators

Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters

I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player

Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere

I ride around town in my clean-ass cars

Screenin' these hoes like movie stars

Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat

I was born to mack

I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch

Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick

And even though I can't fuck you every day

That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way

We can all get together on a late night

Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight

I really don't care

Cause I'm a playerI'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bassI'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

Songwriters

COLLINS, WILLIAM BOOTSY / WADDY, FRANK / CLINTON, GEORGE / SHAW, TODDPublished by

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