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pimp c - i'sa playa (time) lyrics

(pimp c)
uhh
hold up
comin’ down
hold up
mm
smoke somethin’

[verse 1: pimp c]
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 thang like a dirty sweet, from off the street
my thang like a o’ of indo, from sacramento
lately y’all been arguin’, he, call you a b-tch
keep me all up in yo’ sh-t, tryina dig you a new ditch
now i admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
got my d-cked sucked in his ‘six, i’m f-ckin’ on leather and wood
i’m just a yougin’ from the hood, with some d-ck if ya good
with him, you know that you shouldn’t
with me, you know that you should
your p-ssy snug, 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 l!ck ya where he don’t, and suck real hard on yo’ nipple
my game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle
and if you gave her a dime, n-gga she gave me a nickle
so while you thinkin’, she done jet, she got my d-ck on her mind
keep on neglectin’ yo’ gal, young pimp c be spendin’ yo’ time
time

[hook: z-ro]
i’sa playa, i’sa mack, i love getting at these ladies but not
like i love my paper stacks
now rule one get yo cash up: m.o.b
thats paper in my pocket my n-gga: p.i.m.p
homie dont hate me mayne just hate the game
the only reason yo woman digging me because i play with change
dont take it personal my n-gga, i dont love her imma playa
she just gon keep me company while i get lifted as i lay her

[verse 2: bun b]
well 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 s-x in her -ss
w-u-i-s her, versacci, down like fran drescher, 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 b-tch, you should have stayed home
she mad cause i done told her girl off, but the b-tch was wrong, and you
you gon’ let these messy ho’s f-ck yo’ world off
i tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha
brotha, i’d be dumb to let her run thangs
i should’ve p-ssed, but i was g-ssed, super-unleaded
and her nappy-headed -ss 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
my time

[hook]

[verse 3: twista]
did you ever think about who’s -ss ya girl’s was
before the booty had became yours?
if a n-gga’s sang flows, you know everythang goes
f-ckin’ 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 sl!ck, keep talkin’ sh-t
if you don’t like me, it’s most like-ly, cause i done holla’d at yo b-tch
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 sl-t-c-m
gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-f-ck 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 f-ck
so w-ssup? now we in the suburb’, submerged, watch a movie
or bumpin’ u-g, k sh-t, scoop a b-tch or hit the booty
how the man, yea i knew g, but she don’t usually, say sh-t
cause the p-ssy make a motherf-cka 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 sh-t, it was new clothes
new golds, carefully herringbones, and cell-phones
but her friend home, now i’m freakin’ two ho’s
if ya girl be wit’ me, somethin’ nifty, she prob’ly wanna l!ck me
i’m the twista, i flame a ho p-ssy drunk and drippy
d-mn skippy, gamin’ it from a shot of mississippi, now pimp on

[hook, to fade]
i’sa playa, i’sa mack, i love getting at these ladies but not
like i love my paper stacks
now rule one get yo cash up: m.o.b
thats paper in my pocket my n-gga: p.i.m.p
homie dont hate me mayne just hate the game
the only reason yo woman digging me because i play with change
dont take it personal my n-gga, i dont love her imma playa
she just gon keep me company while i get lifted as i lay her

- pimp c lyrics

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