Song | Homie Don't Play That |
Artist | Geto Boys |
Album | We Can't Be Stopped |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(willie d) | |
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 mouth | |
I won't undetstand 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 (?????) for what | |
Niggas done got when they played too much | |
Willie d'll tap a bitch and that's it | |
Anything else is punk shit | |
I'll give you some a this *shots* | |
And some a this *shots* | |
Their just special effects but you can bet | |
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black | |
Cause homie don't play that | |
A lot of suckers got they as kicked | |
Cause hard and rankin don't mix | |
But if you gonna cap on each other | |
You gotta know when it's gettin personal sucker | |
Instead 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, period | |
Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies | |
And greet me wit a (????) 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 bothered | |
And 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 masculine | |
You 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 present | |
Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a racket | |
Your whole conversation is plastic | |
You say you like my new jacket | |
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic | |
(????) your (????) when we shootin' the shit | |
Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin but a bitch | |
Ain't got no back cause your always frontin' black | |
Man homie don't play that | |
I don't play that | |
Lets take it all the way back | |
Niggas say i'm crazy | |
When i say keep your comments about my lady | |
They say "your 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 looks | |
Game 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 man | |
And 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 everytime 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 alone | |
Then 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 used to be my brother, i'm a father, but the fact | |
Is homie don't play that | |
I don't play that | |
Man homie don't play that |
willie d | |
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 mouth | |
I won' t undetstand how a man can call a man | |
A bitch or a hoe and be playin' | |
In my book that' s a nono | |
Your mouth don' t write a check that your ass can' t cash bro | |
Pop you on the ????? for what | |
Niggas done got when they played too much | |
Willie d' ll tap a bitch and that' s it | |
Anything else is punk shit | |
I' ll give you some a this shots | |
And some a this shots | |
Their just special effects but you can bet | |
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black | |
Cause homie don' t play that | |
A lot of suckers got they as kicked | |
Cause hard and rankin don' t mix | |
But if you gonna cap on each other | |
You gotta know when it' s gettin personal sucker | |
Instead 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, period | |
Don' t snatch my hat off my head like we' re homies | |
And greet me wit a ???? 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 bothered | |
And 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 masculine | |
You 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 present | |
Your compliments ain' t nutthin' but a racket | |
Your whole conversation is plastic | |
You say you like my new jacket | |
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic | |
???? your ???? when we shootin' the shit | |
Maytag ass nigga ain' t nuttin but a bitch | |
Ain' t got no back cause your always frontin' black | |
Man homie don' t play that | |
I don' t play that | |
Lets take it all the way back | |
Niggas say i' m crazy | |
When i say keep your comments about my lady | |
They say " your 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 looks | |
Game 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 man | |
And 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 everytime 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 alone | |
Then 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 used to be my brother, i' m a father, but the fact | |
Is homie don' t play that | |
I don' t play that | |
Man homie don' t play that |
willie d | |
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 mouth | |
I won' t undetstand how a man can call a man | |
A bitch or a hoe and be playin' | |
In my book that' s a nono | |
Your mouth don' t write a check that your ass can' t cash bro | |
Pop you on the ????? for what | |
Niggas done got when they played too much | |
Willie d' ll tap a bitch and that' s it | |
Anything else is punk shit | |
I' ll give you some a this shots | |
And some a this shots | |
Their just special effects but you can bet | |
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black | |
Cause homie don' t play that | |
A lot of suckers got they as kicked | |
Cause hard and rankin don' t mix | |
But if you gonna cap on each other | |
You gotta know when it' s gettin personal sucker | |
Instead 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, period | |
Don' t snatch my hat off my head like we' re homies | |
And greet me wit a ???? 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 bothered | |
And 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 masculine | |
You 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 present | |
Your compliments ain' t nutthin' but a racket | |
Your whole conversation is plastic | |
You say you like my new jacket | |
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic | |
???? your ???? when we shootin' the shit | |
Maytag ass nigga ain' t nuttin but a bitch | |
Ain' t got no back cause your always frontin' black | |
Man homie don' t play that | |
I don' t play that | |
Lets take it all the way back | |
Niggas say i' m crazy | |
When i say keep your comments about my lady | |
They say " your 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 looks | |
Game 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 man | |
And 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 everytime 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 alone | |
Then 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 used to be my brother, i' m a father, but the fact | |
Is homie don' t play that | |
I don' t play that | |
Man homie don' t play that |