George Clinton - It's a Cold Day (The Funk Wit U Nix) lyrics

George Clinton: (chorus) And it's a cold cold cold cold day For a player Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit I want to hold yah Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit I want to hold yah Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit I want to hold yah Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit Too $hort: I got too many girlfriends what am I gonna do? Play em tell the world ends and always keep a few When it comes to women I did everything I thought of Players like me, we never get caught Who's the next on the list? It's a daily routine dog She give me short, then she'd take my jeans off at First she wasn't messing with me told me to lick it But now she's always sweating me. When we gonna kick it? Spend some time wit her, I need to come through and hit it Any time I feel like I want it, I can get it I'll be here for you, you never wonder were I'm at So when I come through put the spare key under the mat When I come in, there ain't no holding back Just feel what I am doing and roll with that And even though I admit I can't commit this time It's cause I got my heart broke at the age of nine I've been hard core every since I s**ed up the game from pimps You never hear me rap about the same b**h I never turned a ho into a housewife Short dog East Oakland in the house right Chorus 2: I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride I'm the mothership wish it comes I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride I'm the mothership wish it comes Chorus 1: Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit I want to hold yah Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit Ay yeeeay I want to hold yah Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit I want to hold yah Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit I want to hold yah Dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit Ayyy yeeay Too $hort: I thought we was cool like that, why you go behind my back? Trying to cross me in the game when you know I'm a mack Can't do that, you all up in my mix Get the phone book callin all my b**hes You know I don't really care if you interfere Cause I don't think you know about these real players If you need a lesson, you better listen up Cause I don't think you ready for this pimpin stuff I'm Too Short baby on the microphone Since you got no game, I gotta write these songs To wake you up and get you motivated I'm about to flip the script and I know your gonna hate it You can't infatuate my game no more, it's fool proof So when you try to cross me up, I pull through Like a solider, cause we fighting a war Haters against Players, who you fighting for? You all in my business trying to make it theirs I need to hit you in your face tell you 'mind your own affairs' I'm Sir Too Short, and I'm knowing just how to be a player b**h Chorus 2: Chorus 1: Too $hort: BIOTCH [echoes] Now if your trying to be a player, do your thing But if you wanna be in love, it's cool mang Don't try to be a player when you see that you can't Let your peers pressuring you into being what you ain't It's hard to be real in this fake world Would you result to violence if I take your girl? Or would you realize she likes me more then you Our relationship is starting and yours is through Are you riding on the bench. Who you starting for? Do you have another girl or is your heart broke? Do you know how to be a player? Is what they say about me I'm straight down with the after party, late night freaks Belita Woods: She's just a pretty face, and she doesn't even use her own name She stole it from a magazine She's just a pretty face And the words she say ain't coming from her mouth She stole the can and loves the pot She's just another pretty face George Clinton: Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohhhh Five o'clock I make a run Chorus 1