Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How To Be A Playa, artist - Master P. Date of issue: 04.08.1997
Song language: English
How To Be A Playa |
| Ya see, wenches be messy like Marvin |
| My homies be ballin, pimp tricks eryday, from L.A. to the Bay |
| To New Orleans, the original big baby, like Big Mike |
| Don’t make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike |
| UHHHH, pimp shit, Cadillac with the vogues |
| Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat |
| Star sixty-nine could get you whipped, uhh |
| Momma told you never mess with a, Southern bitch |
| I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said |
| «Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy |
| Keep your cattle, all in one stable |
| If a wench jumps off at the mouth, keep it cool, then you play her» |
| Get your cash, then you creep, check a broad, enemy |
| Ain’t no love for you freaks time to tenderize the meat |
| Then we, be tradin women like Eddie Murphy Tradin Places |
| I got, baitches cleanin my house shinin my gold, doin my shoelaces |
| I got, wenches runnin errands goin to stores |
| Dressed up like twins, I mean in the same clothes |
| Stayin in the same house, bangin en on the same couch |
| Real G’s in dime hats, know what, I’m talkin about |
| Uhh, be up playa, don’t pay for the kitty kat |
| I mean if you bout it bout it, give her some change, then take it back |
| Chorus: Fiend, Silkk |
| How to be a playa main |
| You gots to be a playa mahn |
| You gots to be a playa, but rule number one |
| In the how’s to be a playa never profess to nuttin what ya done |
| Believe me, or should I say, believe in I spittin |
| See me talkin to a trick, ask me then I hit em |
| You never can give em no slack, cause you gots to be in it to win |
| Be safe and grab her hand, slap dem, cause they’ll try the shit again |
| It’s give in to they demands and that’s a simp thang |
| But to get them and they friends, now that’s a pimp thang (pimp thang) |
| You wanna learn som’in? |
| Well take a picture of this G |
| Look in the dictionary, under player, you’ll find a picture of me |
| Uhh, cause I don’t sleep, and players can’t cause we ballin |
| We can’t be trippin, cause a player’s pimp can’t be fallin |
| I leave em with the hurt like B.B. cryin like CeCe Winan |
| Recline and watch TV, game feel like a CD |
| Nigga make appointment when they see me, don’t call back often they beep me |
| Gotta be a G (how you get the drawers) get the drawers off, easy, look |
| Silkk the Shocker fool, nigga I pimps and roll |
| (What you ride?) Cadillacs and vogues, uhh |
| See I’m bout to smack me a bitch, cause all my money in here |
| Told em clear, for me to slid arrear, gotta pay for the year |
| What I look like a simp? |
| Girl I’m a No Limit pimp |
| Got the ones you least expect supportin me for the length |
| I pass crunch like blunts, treat your man good like a wench |
| High ho on the ranch, I spray and smell dogs by the branch |
| Keep a broad doin splits, next gon' be doin the clit |
| One girl gone so bad, want me to Western Union some dick |
| Put em on corners and curbs, breakin new ones outta nerd |
| Bringin daddy Fiend the money, while all I do is choke herb |
| I spank em and thank em, leave em swollen and kiss em bye |
| And just think, cause them extra them knowin my fist size |