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Willie D - Play Witcha Mama lyrics
featuring Ice Cube [Ice Cube] Hey, didn't your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talking? Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking Yo we don't play that You know what I'm saying? So you need to go in there and play witcha mama Willie D Verse 1: [Willie D] The Gangster of Love is on the go once more I've been solo two in a row Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars, a big crib And bitches on my knob (that's right) But some motherfucker's counting me out I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out Source Magazine dissing niggas' records I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas And write a song about it they better like Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer you wanna play with somebody, play witcha mama [Ice Cube] Hoe, yeah [Willie D] If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection You better speed on before you get peed on Cube tell 'em [Ice Cube] Play witcha mama, huh It don't stop [Willie D] It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop Verse 2: [Ice Cube] Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west And I hold a pistola, brown as Coca Cola Coming from the shooters with the 1, 2, bang, ping Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing) It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talking Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids Forever and a day, nigga what you say? Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors own brand Niggas mad dumb but they can't fade us (never) Wishin they could be like me and Willie D Not just a punk ass trick silly gee You better take that little shit to your mama (Westside rolling) Fool with the drama It don't stop, uh, yeah You better play witcha mama Verse 3: [Willie D] I'm going out like a soldier, I thought I told you Homie don't play that, so don't make me peteroll you When you see me in the public, don't try to act big Cause I'll split your fucking wig Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back Cause I'm down to earth black But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off I hit 'em dead in their motherfucking mouth And don't talk about suing me Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't shit Mad cause I won't speak to you bitch Now you want to cause a scene, well that's fine Cause I do this shit all the time (that's right) Here's a motherfucker that don't mind the drama You want to play with somebody play witcha mama [Ice Cube] Play witcha mama, punk Play witcha mama, hoe Play witcha mama, punk Play witcha mama, hoe Willie D, Ice Cube, that's all she wrote That's all she wrote It don't stop, 'til the panties drop Fool play witcha mama Put a comma on that motherfucker Willie D and let's break [Willie D] My mama, your mama hanging on the cut My mama beat your mama ass up, now get somewhere |
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