Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play Witcha Mama, artist - Willie D. Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Play Witcha Mama |
| Hey, didn’t your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talking? |
| Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking |
| Yo we don’t play that |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| So you need to go in there and play witcha, mama |
| Willie D |
| The Gangster of Love is on the go once more |
| I’ve been solo two in a row |
| Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars, a big crib |
| And bitches on my knob (That's right) |
| But some motherfucker’s counting me out |
| I’m giving my real fans a big fat shout out |
| Source Magazine dissing niggas' records |
| I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas |
| And write a song about it they better like |
| Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics |
| I’m more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer |
| You wanna play with somebody, play witcha, mama |
| Ho, yeah |
| If you’re fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection |
| You better speed on before you get peed on |
| Cube tell 'em |
| Play witcha mama, huh |
| It don’t stop |
| It don’t stop, yeah, cause we won’t stop |
| Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest |
| You can’t shoot 'em up with the wild west |
| And I hold a pistola, brown as Coca Cola |
| Coming from the shooters with the 1, 2, bang, ping |
| Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing) |
| It’s like I got a 12 gauge when I’m walking |
| Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talking |
| Cause I don’t play with kids, I shut eyelids |
| Forever and a day, nigga what you say? |
| Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors off-brand |
| Niggas mad dumb but they can’t fade us (never) |
| Wishin they could be like me and Willie D |
| Not just a punk ass trick silly gee |
| You better take that little shit to your mama |
| (Westside rolling) Fool with the drama |
| It don’t stop, uh, yeah |
| You better play witcha mama |
| I’m going out like a soldier, I thought I told you |
| Homie don’t play that, so don’t make me PD roll ya |
| When you see me in the public, don’t try to act big |
| Cause I’ll split your fucking wig |
| Just give me some dap and I’m a give you some dap back |
| Cause I’m down to earth black |
| But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off |
| I hit 'em dead in they motherfucking mouth |
| And don’t talk about suing me |
| Cause your ass won’t live to see a D-I-M-E |
| Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn’t shit |
| Mad cause I won’t speak to you bitch |
| Now you want to cause a scene, well that’s fine |
| Cause I do this shit all the time (that's right) |
| Here’s a motherfucker that don’t mind the drama |
| You want to play with somebody play witcha, mama |
| Play witcha mama, punk |
| Play witcha mama, ho |
| Play witcha mama, punk |
| Play witcha mama, hoe |
| Willie D, Ice Cube, that’s all she wrote |
| That’s all she wrote |
| It don’t stop, 'til the panties drop |
| Fool play witcha, mama |
| Put a comma on that motherfucker Willie D and let’s break |
| My mama, your mama hanging on the cut |
| My mama beat your mama ass up, now get somewhere |