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I’m A Player Lyrics By Too Hort

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    and we sure do like to play
    i’m a player and i’m playing just to play

    you see i made up my mind when i was 7
    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’ bitches than i ever need
    i put that on a big fat bag of weed
    ’cause i can give you a bitch and wouldn’t give you joint
    bitches ain’t shit 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 dick 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 pussy when you want and how you want it fool
    ’cause i was fucking ugly hoes back in high school
    i used to fuck youngass hoes
    used to be broke and didn’t have no clothes
    now i fuck top notch bitches
    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
    bitches come a dime a dozen
    so don’t get mad when i fuck your cousin
    your two sisters i even fuck your exbitch
    short dog in the house with some player shit

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    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
    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 bitch
    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’

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    interlude 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

    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 bitches everywhere
    i ride around town in my cleanass 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 bitch
    until you kick that short dog habit got you all on my dick
    and even though i can’t fuck you every day
    that’s cause i got another bitch 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

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    Artist: Too Hort

    Year: 1993

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 358