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too $hort - i'm a player lyrics

[hook: x2]
and we sure do like to play
i’m a player, and i’m playing just to play

[verse 1:]
you see i made up my mind when i was 17
i ain’t with no marriage and a wedding ring
i’ll be a player for life, so where’s my wife?
probably at the rehab stuck on the pipe
’cause she must be smoking and i’m not joking
too short baby comin’ straight from oakland
got way mo’ b-tches than i ever need
i put that on a big fat bag of weed
’cause i can give you a b-tch and wouldn’t give you joint
b-tches ain’t sh-t 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 d-ck 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 get p-ssy when you want and how you want it, fool
’cause i was f-cking ugly hoes back in high school
i used to f-ck young–ss hoes
used to be broke and didn’t have no clothes
now i f-ck top notch b-tches
tell a story ’bout rags to riches
’bout a pimp named shorty from the oakland set
been mackin’ for years and ain’t fell off 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 front on my folks
i slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
b-tches come a dime a dozen
so don’t get mad when i f-ck your cousin
your two sisters, i even f-ck your ex-b-tch
short dog in the house with some player sh-t…

[hook: x4]

[verse 2:]
all 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 and see her every night
come around her partners, lyin’ about your life
looked at your watch it said 6:22
cut to the house and said ‘baby, i love you’
can’t act like a mack like playboy sho’
and the rest of the macks in the streets of the o, b-tch!
comin’ up we learned how to break these hoes
and when you’re through gettin’ yours then you shake these hoes
and when you’re older, it’s nothin’ but a routine
makin’ g’s every day, workin’ blue jeans
i know i seen it before, i see it again
young tender saying ‘short, would you be my man’

[hook: x4]

[interlude/bridge: ant banks]
yeeeah, there’s a lot of fake players out there
talkin’ bad about ant banks, you know what i’m sayin’
but i ain’t trippin tho
short dog, what you do about them player haters?

[verse 3:]
tryna stay away from kris kross imitators
put ya in a cross ’cause they’re really just haters
i thought you knew, short dog is a player
born to mack, and got b-tches everywhere
i ride around town in my clean–ss 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, b-tch
until you kick that short dog habit got you all on my d-ck
and even though i can’t f-ck you every day
that’s cause i got another b-tch around 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 player…

[hook: x4]

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