Three 6 Mafia - Playstation lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah mayne, yeah mayne These motherf**in s**ers up in here playin these motherf**in games man Ain't nuttin but a hoe-a** n***a man and you know it~! Put your finger on his motherf**in fo'head and push that s**er head back man And tell that n***a man, tell that n***a [Interlude:] You a - HOEEEEE, n***a - HOEEEEE n***a - HOEEEEE, n***a - HOEEEEE You a - HOEEEEE, n***a - HOEEEEE n***a - HOEEEEE, n***a - HOEEEEE, here's what'cha do! [Chorus: x2] Play with'cha Playstation, play with'cha Playstation Play with'cha Playstation, play with'cha Playstation Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir) Don't play with me boy (no sir) don't play with me boy (no sir) [Verse 1:] n***az think that I need 'em, I'm the one that feed 'em I'm the one that lead 'em, I'm the one that freed 'em Nothin can subtract from me I make a hundred thousand daily n***az thinkin that they hurtin me, I'm the one that's payin me This ain't one man to grow on, real n***az keep this in mind Never cash yo' pearls from off these snakes, and these f**in swines Show less than necessary, keep these fakers off in the dark Half off these n***az ain't happy for ya, over half wanna see you robbed Try to get yo' hook up, course you have to get your connect They ain't heard of the word love, they ain't heard of the word respect Never let 'em know what'chu got, don't work with friends, use enemies b**h you wanna be me? Hoe don't play me [Interlude] [Chorus] [Verse 2:] You actin like you hard, and you say what you done robbed (hell naw!) You say you from the hood, and you claimin all the parts (hell naw!) I heard you sold a little dope but then I heard you didn't (hell naw!) I know you on the dog food, cause that's why you was itchin (hell naw!) They say you just a lil' b**h, a look can be deceivin (hell naw!) They say you carry a big gun, but I don't believe that either (hell naw!) And every girl you talk you make as if you knocked it up (hell naw!) Is you 16 on down, n***a what the f**? (Naw!) I know you gotta make some ends, lie and sh** to impress your friends Say you own a big boy Benz, did 20 years in pen Flaugin like you own own, flaugin cause you known known Don't you know I'm grown grown, and I crack yo' dome dome [Interlude] [Chorus] [Interlude: to fade minus "here's what'cha do! "]