Pimp C - Is A Playa (Skit) (Interlude 2) lyrics

[Pimp C] Uhh Hold up Comin' down Hold up 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 Sacramento Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a b**h Keep me all up in yo' sh**, try'na dig you a new ditch Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good Got my dicked s**ed in his 'Six, I'm f**in' on leather and wood I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some dick if ya good With him, you know that you shouldn't With me, you know that you should Go p**y 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 s** real hard on yo' nipple My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle And if you gave her a dime, n***a she gave me a nickel So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time Time [Chorus] Is'a playa Is'a mack I love gettin to this ladies But not more than these paper stacks Now rule one, get your cash on m.o.b Keep paper in my pocket my n***a p.i.m.p Don't hate me major Just hate the game The only reason your woman diggin' me Is cause I play with things Don't take it personal my n***a I dont love I'ma playa She just gon' keep me company While I get lifted and I lay her [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 s** in her a** 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 wit' all that "you know", comin' wit' he-say, she-say From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that I had played on Well b**h, you should have stayed home She mad cause I done told her girl off, but the b**h was wrong, and you You gon' let these messy ho's f** 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 pa**ed, but I was ga**ed, super-unleaded And her nappy-headed a** 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 [Chorus] (Verse 3, Twista] Did you ever think about who's a** ya girl's was Before the booty had became yours? If a n***a's sane flows, you know everything goes f**in' 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' sh** If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause I done holla'd at yo b**h 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 scoop her up, she know that I'm the one to make a s*ut-cum Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-f** 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 f** So wa**up? Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie Or bumpin' U-G, K sh**, scoop a b**h or hit the booty How the man, yea I knew g, but she don't usually, say sh** Cause the p**y make a motherf**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 sh**, 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 wit' 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 [Chorus]