| Don’t say I didn’t warn ya
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| About playin' them ho games
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| Like callin' me out on my name
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| Some a y’all are still gonna try to show off
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| And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
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| I won’t undetstand how a man can call a man
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| A bitch or a ho and be playin'
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| In my book that’s a no-no
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| Your mouth don’t write a check that your ass can’t cash bro
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| Pop you on the butt for what
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| Niggas done got when they played too much
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| Willie D’ll tap a bitch and that’s it
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| Anything else is punk shit
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| I’ll give you some a this *shots*
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| And some a this *shots*
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| Their just special effects but you can bet
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| I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black
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| Cause homie don’t play that
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| A lot of suckers got they as kicked
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| Cause hard heads and rankin don’t mix
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| But if you gonna cap on each other
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| You gotta know when it’s gettin personal sucker
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| Instead of eatin up your homeboys grill
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| See that’s how a nigga gettin killed
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| Fools like to joke when your serious
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| So to kill the bullshit I stopped fuckin tripping with her period
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| Don’t snatch my hat off my head like we’re homies
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| And greet me wit a bump cause you don’t know me
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| Play with your mother or your father
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| You ain’t got no pussy I don’t even wanna be bothered
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| And you bet' not act like you wanna swang
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| Cause I’m pretty good with them thangs
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| So call my bluff, do what you like and
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| I’mma make you read these Nikes
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| Wrastlin' ain’t masculine
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| You say you wanna go to war B
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| Instead of tryin' to test me
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| Horse playin' like an adolescent
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| Will get your ass wrapped up like a present
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| Your compliments ain’t nutthin' but a racket
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| Your whole conversation is plastic
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| You say you like my new jacket
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| Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic
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| It’s in your voice when we shootin' the shit
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| Maytag ass nigga ain’t nuttin but a bitch
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| Ain’t got no back cause your always frontin' black
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| Man homie don’t play that
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| I don’t play that
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| Lets take it all the way back
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| Niggas say I’m crazy
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| When I say keep your comments about my lady
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| They say «You're lucky, I wish I had a girl like that»
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| I never smile cause I know where they hearts is at
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| All in front of my girl sayin' how pretty she looks
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| Game recognized, I wrote the book
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| «Got a good thing, hold tight, don’t lose her brother»
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| You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her
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| Still waters run deep man
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| And ain’t nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
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| Call your crib when they know you ain’t home
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| Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone
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| Snake in the grass I see him comin
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| From a mile away I start gunnin'
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| And everytime one drops
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| You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox
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| See we ain’t that cool
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| Where you can play wit my girl
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| And try to get a free feel fool
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| Or conversate wit us alone
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| Then I have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on
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| With that idle chatter
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| You say your just bein' friendly ain’t that a bitch
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| You used to be my brother, I’m a father, but the fact
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| Is homie don’t play that
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| I don’t play that
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| Man homie don’t play that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homie Don't Play That, artist - Geto Boys. Album song We Can't Be Stopped, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп