Song | I'sa Playa |
Artist | Pimp C |
Album | Sweet James Jones Stories |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson ... | |
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 | |
Sacremento | |
Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a ********** | |
Keep me all up in yo' **********t, tryina dig you a new ditch | |
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good | |
Got my **********ed sucked in his ' | |
Six, I'm ******' on leather and wood | |
I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some ********** if ya good | |
With him, you know that you shouldn't | |
With me, you know that you should | |
Go ********** thug, 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 lick 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, ****** she gave me a nickle | |
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my ********** on her mind | |
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young | |
Pimp C be spendin' yo' time | |
Time [Hook: girl singing] | |
It's, liike | |
Sooome-thing's goin' wrong | |
Something's goin' wrong | |
Guess, we've | |
Been apart, too long | |
Beeeen, aaa-paart [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 sex in her ass | |
W-U-I-S her, | |
Versacci, down like | |
Fran, dress her, bless her heart | |
She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo | |
Talkin' smart with' all that "you know", comin' with' he-say, she-say | |
From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that | |
I had played on | |
Well **********, you should have stayed home | |
She mad cause | |
I done told her girl off, but the ********** was wrong, and you | |
You gon' let these messy ho's ****** 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 passed, but | |
I was gassed, super-unleaded | |
And her nappy-headed ass 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:] | |
It's, liike | |
Sooome-thing's goin' wrong | |
Something's goooooin' wrong | |
Guess, we've | |
Been apart, too long | |
Beeeen, aaa-paart [Verse 3: Twista] | |
Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was | |
Before the booty had became yours? | |
If a ******'s sane flows, you know everythang goes | |
******' 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 slick, keep talkin' **********t | |
If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause | |
I done holla'd at yo ********** | |
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 slut-cum | |
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-****** 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 ****** | |
So wassup? | |
Now we in the | |
Suburb', submerged, watch a movie | |
Or bumpin' | |
U-G, K **********t, scoop a ********** or hit the booty | |
How the man, yea | |
I knew g, but she don't usually, say **********t | |
Cause the ********** make a mother******a 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 **********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 with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me | |
I'm the Twista, | |
I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy | |
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of | |
Mississippi, now pimp on [Hook: to fade] | |
It's, liike | |
Sooome-thing's goin' wrong | |
Something's goooooin' wrong | |
Guess, we've | |
Been apart, too long |
zuo qu : Butler, Freeman, Johnson ... | |
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 | |
Sacremento | |
Lately y' all been monkeyin', he, call you a | |
Keep me all up in yo' t, tryina dig you a new ditch | |
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good | |
Got my ed sucked in his ' | |
Six, I' m ' on leather and wood | |
I' m just a yougin' from the hood, with some if ya good | |
With him, you know that you shouldn' t | |
With me, you know that you should | |
Go thug, 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 lick 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, she gave me a nickle | |
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my on her mind | |
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young | |
Pimp C be spendin' yo' time | |
Time Hook: girl singing | |
It' s, liike | |
Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
Something' s goin' wrong | |
Guess, we' ve | |
Been apart, too long | |
Beeeen, aaapaart 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 sex in her ass | |
WUIS her, | |
Versacci, down like | |
Fran, dress her, bless her heart | |
She was a sweettart, but' cha never understood her point in our duo | |
Talkin' smart with' all that " you know", comin' with' hesay, shesay | |
From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that | |
I had played on | |
Well , you should have stayed home | |
She mad cause | |
I done told her girl off, but the was wrong, and you | |
You gon' let these messy ho' s 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 passed, but | |
I was gassed, superunleaded | |
And her nappyheaded ass 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: | |
It' s, liike | |
Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
Guess, we' ve | |
Been apart, too long | |
Beeeen, aaapaart Verse 3: Twista | |
Did you ever think about who' s ass ya girl' s was | |
Before the booty had became yours? | |
If a ' s sane flows, you know everythang goes | |
' 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 slick, keep talkin' t | |
If you don' t like me, it' s most likely, cause | |
I done holla' d at yo | |
Why she so thick? | |
Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' ' em | |
But I make her feel like " Uhhuh", can you do it? " Uhhuh" | |
But when I scoup her up, she know that | |
I' m the one to make a slutcum | |
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother 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 | |
So wassup? | |
Now we in the | |
Suburb', submerged, watch a movie | |
Or bumpin' | |
UG, K t, scoop a or hit the booty | |
How the man, yea | |
I knew g, but she don' t usually, say t | |
Cause the make a mother a wanna ball up and cry | |
Chickapowpow, | |
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 t, it was new clothes | |
New golds, carefully | |
Herringbones, and cellphones | |
But her friend home, now | |
I' m freakin' two ho' s | |
If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob' ly wanna lick me | |
I' m the Twista, | |
I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy | |
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of | |
Mississippi, now pimp on Hook: to fade | |
It' s, liike | |
Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
Guess, we' ve | |
Been apart, too long |
zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Johnson ... | |
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 | |
Sacremento | |
Lately y' all been monkeyin', he, call you a | |
Keep me all up in yo' t, tryina dig you a new ditch | |
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good | |
Got my ed sucked in his ' | |
Six, I' m ' on leather and wood | |
I' m just a yougin' from the hood, with some if ya good | |
With him, you know that you shouldn' t | |
With me, you know that you should | |
Go thug, 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 lick 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, she gave me a nickle | |
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my on her mind | |
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young | |
Pimp C be spendin' yo' time | |
Time Hook: girl singing | |
It' s, liike | |
Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
Something' s goin' wrong | |
Guess, we' ve | |
Been apart, too long | |
Beeeen, aaapaart 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 sex in her ass | |
WUIS her, | |
Versacci, down like | |
Fran, dress her, bless her heart | |
She was a sweettart, but' cha never understood her point in our duo | |
Talkin' smart with' all that " you know", comin' with' hesay, shesay | |
From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that | |
I had played on | |
Well , you should have stayed home | |
She mad cause | |
I done told her girl off, but the was wrong, and you | |
You gon' let these messy ho' s 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 passed, but | |
I was gassed, superunleaded | |
And her nappyheaded ass 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: | |
It' s, liike | |
Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
Guess, we' ve | |
Been apart, too long | |
Beeeen, aaapaart Verse 3: Twista | |
Did you ever think about who' s ass ya girl' s was | |
Before the booty had became yours? | |
If a ' s sane flows, you know everythang goes | |
' 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 slick, keep talkin' t | |
If you don' t like me, it' s most likely, cause | |
I done holla' d at yo | |
Why she so thick? | |
Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' ' em | |
But I make her feel like " Uhhuh", can you do it? " Uhhuh" | |
But when I scoup her up, she know that | |
I' m the one to make a slutcum | |
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother 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 | |
So wassup? | |
Now we in the | |
Suburb', submerged, watch a movie | |
Or bumpin' | |
UG, K t, scoop a or hit the booty | |
How the man, yea | |
I knew g, but she don' t usually, say t | |
Cause the make a mother a wanna ball up and cry | |
Chickapowpow, | |
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 t, it was new clothes | |
New golds, carefully | |
Herringbones, and cellphones | |
But her friend home, now | |
I' m freakin' two ho' s | |
If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob' ly wanna lick me | |
I' m the Twista, | |
I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy | |
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of | |
Mississippi, now pimp on Hook: to fade | |
It' s, liike | |
Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
Guess, we' ve | |
Been apart, too long |