| [Intro] Nah baby | |
| I don't think | |
| I wanna be a player no mo' | |
| I done been through a lot of hoes | |
| Lot of women, lot of bitches, lot of relationships | |
| All the drama | |
| Tryin to find a real one baby [Chorus: Shanell 2X] | |
| If you don't wanna be a player no more | |
| Then show me who you really are | |
| If you don't wanna be a player no more | |
| Turn in your player card [Too $hort] | |
| There comes a time in every player's life | |
| When you think about a family and havin a wife | |
| You had enough - you cain't take this shit | |
| Put a end to all the meaningless relationships | |
| And find one that means everything | |
| I'm talkin 'bout white dresses and wedding rings | |
| Used to be strip clubs and the | |
| Bunny Room | |
| But now you're in love on a honeymoon | |
| You used to keep a extra chick | |
| Just for booty calls and sexy trips | |
| But now you at the grocery sto' | |
| Target, Wal* | |
| Mart, and | |
| Home Depot | |
| If you break out of prison, and jump the wall you couldn't even get a date you wouldn't know who to call | |
| You had a lot of women and you played 'em hard | |
| But you retired now, give up that player card! [Chorus] [Too $hort] | |
| A lot of players, call it quits | |
| Come across the love pit and fall in it | |
| Ain't nuttin wrong with love | |
| Early in the morning you just want a hug | |
| I've been there a million times | |
| Asked me how | |
| I'm doin - | |
| I'm feelin fine | |
| But really what | |
| I feel inside is the need, to have somethin real in my life ... | |
| I had it before | |
| But I'm like | |
| Cameo, I go "Back and Forth" ... | |
| Like Big Pun and | |
| Joe Sometimes "I don't wanna be a player no more" | |
| And when the time comes around, you know what's next | |
| Throw away my phone and my rolodex | |
| It's gone, and | |
| I didn't even notice it | |
| My player card expired and | |
| I'm stuck with my old bitch [Chorus] [Too $hort] | |
| Your player card got revoked | |
| And it cain't be renewed - no it's not a joke | |
| Once you give it up, it's hard to get it back | |
| Cause fallin in love is like hittin crack | |
| One hit and you a junkie | |
| All day and night you'll be lickin that monkey | |
| You love the way it's sticky and funky | |
| You said I don't wanna live, if she don't want me | |
| I never had days like that | |
| Cause I came up in | |
| Oakland, raised by macks | |
| I gotta get that scratch | |
| I get it from a batch, or from my rats | |
| It's gon' happen, cause the game is here | |
| Ask Bishop | |
| Don Juan, | |
| I'm a famous player | |
| You know when love'll happen for me? | |
| When I start buyin hookers, and rappin for free | |
| Never~! [Chorus] [Outro] | |
| It ain't expired yet baby | |
| I'm thinkin 'bout renewin it | |
| Short Dawg in the house, | |
| PFL Player | |
| For Life Player | |
| For Life baby | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like | |
| I don't wanna be a player but | |
| I am... Smoke one wit'cha potnah mayne | |
| You in the mix with | |
| Too $hort, "Still Blowin'" | |
| New album comin soon baby | |
| What's my favorite word? |