
Date of issue: 13.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Why Iz U Playin' |
Yeah, F-I Sleepy Eyed Jones up in here |
Mic up mic check, check this out ya heard me |
Take her from the hood, hit em with the wood |
Whip em with the jug, send em on they way just like you should |
That’s the working, of the Sleepy Eyed Jones |
From under water New Orleans, I keep her mind gone |
Dropping paper, on my books |
Like it was time, and if you don’t want it now then want it noon |
Summer time up in June, she was lying with a dude |
Said she was buying shoes, she was lying in the nude |
In the Playboy mansion |
In my bed just jump in and dancing, that’s to be old fashioned |
She took no time, to seduce me |
Told her head right, I’ll take you to Gucci |
A purse a hat, fuck it rake up the luggage |
Come on the road with me, girl I’ll cut your ass off balling |
Stelma, with out all of the Evans |
Dressed in C and D, nothing less if she with me |
Say bitch, why is you playing with me |
I keep the baddest broads, and finer designings with me |
Yeah I break bread, come to the Bahamas with me |
Heard of my hood tales, and line under the sticky |
So Ms. why is you playing with me |
Why is you playing with me, why is you playing with me |
So Ms., why is you playing with me |
Why is you playing with me, why is you playing with me |
I got em smelling sexy, out of the Southern Ward |
Thick in the ass, expensive heels no panties on |
Only wanted to do it, when the cameras on |
Bad lil' mama no stallion, a amazon |
Smoke pine like I do, meet me anywhere |
Dressed trench coat Jimmy Choo, can’t even lie to you |
She licked a lollipop, up and down promise you |
Got my homies like man, wish I was you |
Growing a cat, I had to buy a mitt |
Take a long boo, I’ll buy some dick |
Hold up, appreciate my arrogance |
Some’ing bout me being from the swamps, and scandalous |
Ends up with her saying, I can’t handle it |
My response, fiend for the money I’m managing |
Beat it up for now, later on you balancing |
Now rub it where it hurts, now see what you playing with |
I’m the only one in the car, backseat got 18's |
Interior trim, the same color as baby shit |
I can’t lie, the watch make the ladies get |
Lying, saying I was always they favorite |
Young nigga, with a eighty-thousand dollar truck |
Trunk full of speakers, backseat is where a nigga fuck |
Underneath me, got four 22's |
The truck is one day old, they showing it on the News |
Flow is, impeccable |
If she close to the speaker baby, it’s sexual |
Out of her M-60 jeans, get us to fiend |
Lay down her Chloe bags, spread it out throw it back |
Thick and firm like a stripper, make it burn just to hit her |
I’m just lying, that’s the line that I pitch her |
Nigga in his prime, and a lil' richer |
If she flirt I’ma get her, she ain’t fucking I’ma dick her nigga |
(*talking*) |
Why is you playing with me |
Come on man, you playing girl |
Name | Year |
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Ghetto Symphony (Feat. Mia X, Fiend, C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal And Goldie Loc) ft. Goldie Loc, Silkk The Shocker, Mia x | 1998 |
Woof! (Feat. Mystikal And Fiend) ft. Fiend, Mystikal | 2004 |
Gin And Juice II ft. Mystikal, Fiend | 2004 |
Woof! ft. Fiend, Mystikal | 2004 |
Make 'Em Say Uhh ft. Silkk The Shocker, Mia x, Fiend | 2006 |
Make 'Em Say Ugh ft. Silkk The Shocker, Mia x, Fiend | 2004 |
20 Dollars To My Name ft. Silkk The Shocker, Fiend, Soulja Slim | 1997 |
Stories ft. Oobie, Twista, Fiend | 2010 |
Duck & Run ft. Fiend | 2004 |
Blood, Sweat & Gears ft. Curren$y, Fiend | 2021 |
Shell Shocked ft. Fiend | 1998 |
Be All You Can Be ft. Fiend, Mo B. Dick, Silkk The Shocker | 1998 |
Tank Dogs ft. C-Murder, Fiend | 1998 |
What You Ride For? ft. Fiend, 8Ball, Yung Wun | 2000 |
Nobody Make a Sound ft. 241, Fiend, Mr. Magic | 1998 |
Midnight Drive ft. Curren$y, Fiend | 2017 |
Rock Bottom | 2001 |
Young Nigga ft. Fiend | 2014 |
Some South Shit ft. Ludacris, Yung Wun | 2001 |
We Don't Give A Fuck ft. Fiend | 2001 |