Play Witcha Mama Songtext
von Willie D
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Aye, didn′t your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talkin'?
Well, you need to shut up when grown folks is talkin′
Yo, we don't play that
You know what I'm sayin′?
So you need to go in there and play with your mama
Willie D
The Gangsta of Love is on the go once more
I been solo two in a row
Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars
A big crib and bitches on my knob
But some motherfuckers counted me out
I′m givin' my real fans a big fat shout out
Source magazine dissin′ niggas' records
I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas
And write a song about it they better like
Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics
I′m more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
You wanna play with somebody, play with your mama, ho
If you frontin' on that South Central 5th Ward connection
You better speed on before you get peed on
Cube, tell ′em
Play with your mama
It don't stop
Come out and play with your gay ass vest
You can't shoot ′em up with the Wild West
And I hold a, pistola, brown as Coca-Cola
Comin′ from the shoulders with the one, two, bang, bing
Make your ears ring (With the supernatural thing)
It's like I got a twelve gauge when I′m walkin'
Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talkin′
'Cause I don′t play with kids, I shut eyelids
Forever and a day, nigga, what you say?
Bellin' down the street in my Chuck Taylors
Off-brand niggas mad dog, but they can't fade us
Wishin′ they could be like me and Willie D
Not just a punk ass trick silly G
You better take that little shit to your mama
(Westside rolling) Fool with the drama
It don′t stop
Uh, yeah
You better play with your mama
I'm goin′ up like a soldier, I thought I told ya
Homie, don't play that, so don′t make me Peter roll ya
When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
′Cause I'll split your fuckin' wig
Just give me some dap and I′ma give you some dap back
′Cause I'm down to earth, black
But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off
I hit ′em dead in they motherfuckin' mouth
And don′t talk about suin' me
′Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E
Talkin' ′bout how you knew me when I wasn′t shit
Mad 'cause I won′t speak to you, bitch
Now you wanna cause a scene, well, that's fine
′Cause I do this shit all the time
Here's a motherfucker that don′t mind the drama
You wanna play with somebody, play with your mama
Play with your mama, punk
Play with your mama, ho
Play with your mama, punk
Play with your mama, ho
Willie D, Ice Cube
That's all she wrote
That's all she wrote
It don′t stop
′Til the panties drop
Fool, play with your mama
Put a comma on that motherfucker, Willie D, and let's break
My mama, your mama, hangin′ on the cut
My mama beat your mama ass up
Now get somewhere
Well, you need to shut up when grown folks is talkin′
Yo, we don't play that
You know what I'm sayin′?
So you need to go in there and play with your mama
Willie D
The Gangsta of Love is on the go once more
I been solo two in a row
Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars
A big crib and bitches on my knob
But some motherfuckers counted me out
I′m givin' my real fans a big fat shout out
Source magazine dissin′ niggas' records
I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas
And write a song about it they better like
Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics
I′m more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
You wanna play with somebody, play with your mama, ho
If you frontin' on that South Central 5th Ward connection
You better speed on before you get peed on
Cube, tell ′em
Play with your mama
It don't stop
Come out and play with your gay ass vest
You can't shoot ′em up with the Wild West
And I hold a, pistola, brown as Coca-Cola
Comin′ from the shoulders with the one, two, bang, bing
Make your ears ring (With the supernatural thing)
It's like I got a twelve gauge when I′m walkin'
Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talkin′
'Cause I don′t play with kids, I shut eyelids
Forever and a day, nigga, what you say?
Bellin' down the street in my Chuck Taylors
Off-brand niggas mad dog, but they can't fade us
Wishin′ they could be like me and Willie D
Not just a punk ass trick silly G
You better take that little shit to your mama
(Westside rolling) Fool with the drama
It don′t stop
Uh, yeah
You better play with your mama
I'm goin′ up like a soldier, I thought I told ya
Homie, don't play that, so don′t make me Peter roll ya
When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
′Cause I'll split your fuckin' wig
Just give me some dap and I′ma give you some dap back
′Cause I'm down to earth, black
But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off
I hit ′em dead in they motherfuckin' mouth
And don′t talk about suin' me
′Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E
Talkin' ′bout how you knew me when I wasn′t shit
Mad 'cause I won′t speak to you, bitch
Now you wanna cause a scene, well, that's fine
′Cause I do this shit all the time
Here's a motherfucker that don′t mind the drama
You wanna play with somebody, play with your mama
Play with your mama, punk
Play with your mama, ho
Play with your mama, punk
Play with your mama, ho
Willie D, Ice Cube
That's all she wrote
That's all she wrote
It don′t stop
′Til the panties drop
Fool, play with your mama
Put a comma on that motherfucker, Willie D, and let's break
My mama, your mama, hangin′ on the cut
My mama beat your mama ass up
Now get somewhere
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