| Song | I'sa Playa |
| Artist | Pimp C |
| Album | Sweet James Jones Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson ... | |
| Uhh Hold up | |
| Comin' down | |
| Hold up Mm | |
| Smoke somethin' [Verse 1: Pimp C] | |
| Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind | |
| Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain't spendin' no time | |
| I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine | |
| Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind" | |
| His thang like a dirty | |
| Sweet, from off the street | |
| My thang like a | |
| O' of indo, from | |
| Sacremento | |
| Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a ********** | |
| Keep me all up in yo' **********t, tryina dig you a new ditch | |
| Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good | |
| Got my **********ed sucked in his ' | |
| Six, I'm ******' on leather and wood | |
| I'm just a yougin' from the hood, with some ********** if ya good | |
| With him, you know that you shouldn't | |
| With me, you know that you should | |
| Go ********** thug, like a glove when | |
| I push and | |
| I shove Knock a dime out the climb, cause | |
| I ain't makin' love | |
| See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit'cha | |
| But me, I lick ya where he don't, and suck real hard on yo' nipple | |
| My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle | |
| And if you gave her a dime, ****** she gave me a nickle | |
| So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my ********** on her mind | |
| Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young | |
| Pimp C be spendin' yo' time | |
| Time [Hook: girl singing] | |
| It's, liike | |
| Sooome-thing's goin' wrong | |
| Something's goin' wrong | |
| Guess, we've | |
| Been apart, too long | |
| Beeeen, aaa-paart [Verse 2: Bun B] | |
| Well naturally, | |
| I have to be, dead serious, maybe not | |
| Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out | |
| Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass | |
| W-U-I-S her, | |
| Versacci, down like | |
| Fran, dress her, bless her heart | |
| She was a sweet-tart, but'cha never understood her point in our duo | |
| Talkin' smart with' all that "you know", comin' with' he-say, she-say | |
| From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that | |
| I had played on | |
| Well **********, you should have stayed home | |
| She mad cause | |
| I done told her girl off, but the ********** was wrong, and you | |
| You gon' let these messy ho's ****** yo' world off | |
| I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha | |
| Brotha, I'd be dumb to let her run thangs | |
| I should've passed, but | |
| I was gassed, super-unleaded | |
| And her nappy-headed ass gon' regret it, remember | |
| I said it | |
| Cause I'm, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind | |
| Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time | |
| My time [Hook:] | |
| It's, liike | |
| Sooome-thing's goin' wrong | |
| Something's goooooin' wrong | |
| Guess, we've | |
| Been apart, too long | |
| Beeeen, aaa-paart [Verse 3: Twista] | |
| Did you ever think about who's ass ya girl's was | |
| Before the booty had became yours? | |
| If a ******'s sane flows, you know everythang goes | |
| ******' in it til' it's colorful as rainbows | |
| Sportin' furry | |
| Kango's, she can't go, rockin' paid shows | |
| Paper hard to fold, plus | |
| I roll slick, keep talkin' **********t | |
| If you don't like me, it's most like-ly, cause | |
| I done holla'd at yo ********** | |
| Why she so thick? | |
| Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em | |
| But I make her feel like "Uh-huh", can you do it? "Uh-huh" | |
| But when I scoup her up, she know that | |
| I'm the one to make a slut-cum | |
| Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-****** that stuff | |
| Mad cause | |
| I snuck that love, baby don't bust that slug | |
| So go on head roll up that bud, so we can ****** | |
| So wassup? | |
| Now we in the | |
| Suburb', submerged, watch a movie | |
| Or bumpin' | |
| U-G, K **********t, scoop a ********** or hit the booty | |
| How the man, yea | |
| I knew g, but she don't usually, say **********t | |
| Cause the ********** make a mother******a wanna ball up and cry | |
| Chicka-pow-pow, | |
| I love them thighs when | |
| I'm rollin' aside | |
| I ain't gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high | |
| Take away more than two hits, two blows | |
| She heard my new **********t, it was new clothes | |
| New golds, carefully | |
| Herringbones, and cell-phones | |
| But her friend home, now | |
| I'm freakin' two ho's | |
| If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob'ly wanna lick me | |
| I'm the Twista, | |
| I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy | |
| Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of | |
| Mississippi, now pimp on [Hook: to fade] | |
| It's, liike | |
| Sooome-thing's goin' wrong | |
| Something's goooooin' wrong | |
| Guess, we've | |
| Been apart, too long |
| zuo qu : Butler, Freeman, Johnson ... | |
| Uhh Hold up | |
| Comin' down | |
| Hold up Mm | |
| Smoke somethin' Verse 1: Pimp C | |
| Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind | |
| Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain' t spendin' no time | |
| I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine | |
| Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down " Bump n' Grind" | |
| His thang like a dirty | |
| Sweet, from off the street | |
| My thang like a | |
| O' of indo, from | |
| Sacremento | |
| Lately y' all been monkeyin', he, call you a | |
| Keep me all up in yo' t, tryina dig you a new ditch | |
| Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good | |
| Got my ed sucked in his ' | |
| Six, I' m ' on leather and wood | |
| I' m just a yougin' from the hood, with some if ya good | |
| With him, you know that you shouldn' t | |
| With me, you know that you should | |
| Go thug, like a glove when | |
| I push and | |
| I shove Knock a dime out the climb, cause | |
| I ain' t makin' love | |
| See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit' cha | |
| But me, I lick ya where he don' t, and suck real hard on yo' nipple | |
| My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle | |
| And if you gave her a dime, she gave me a nickle | |
| So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my on her mind | |
| Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young | |
| Pimp C be spendin' yo' time | |
| Time Hook: girl singing | |
| It' s, liike | |
| Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
| Something' s goin' wrong | |
| Guess, we' ve | |
| Been apart, too long | |
| Beeeen, aaapaart Verse 2: Bun B | |
| Well naturally, | |
| I have to be, dead serious, maybe not | |
| Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out | |
| Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass | |
| WUIS her, | |
| Versacci, down like | |
| Fran, dress her, bless her heart | |
| She was a sweettart, but' cha never understood her point in our duo | |
| Talkin' smart with' all that " you know", comin' with' hesay, shesay | |
| From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that | |
| I had played on | |
| Well , you should have stayed home | |
| She mad cause | |
| I done told her girl off, but the was wrong, and you | |
| You gon' let these messy ho' s yo' world off | |
| I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha | |
| Brotha, I' d be dumb to let her run thangs | |
| I should' ve passed, but | |
| I was gassed, superunleaded | |
| And her nappyheaded ass gon' regret it, remember | |
| I said it | |
| Cause I' m, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind | |
| Cause it' d be a crime, for me to waste my time | |
| My time Hook: | |
| It' s, liike | |
| Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
| Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
| Guess, we' ve | |
| Been apart, too long | |
| Beeeen, aaapaart Verse 3: Twista | |
| Did you ever think about who' s ass ya girl' s was | |
| Before the booty had became yours? | |
| If a ' s sane flows, you know everythang goes | |
| ' in it til' it' s colorful as rainbows | |
| Sportin' furry | |
| Kango' s, she can' t go, rockin' paid shows | |
| Paper hard to fold, plus | |
| I roll slick, keep talkin' t | |
| If you don' t like me, it' s most likely, cause | |
| I done holla' d at yo | |
| Why she so thick? | |
| Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' ' em | |
| But I make her feel like " Uhhuh", can you do it? " Uhhuh" | |
| But when I scoup her up, she know that | |
| I' m the one to make a slutcum | |
| Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother that stuff | |
| Mad cause | |
| I snuck that love, baby don' t bust that slug | |
| So go on head roll up that bud, so we can | |
| So wassup? | |
| Now we in the | |
| Suburb', submerged, watch a movie | |
| Or bumpin' | |
| UG, K t, scoop a or hit the booty | |
| How the man, yea | |
| I knew g, but she don' t usually, say t | |
| Cause the make a mother a wanna ball up and cry | |
| Chickapowpow, | |
| I love them thighs when | |
| I' m rollin' aside | |
| I ain' t gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high | |
| Take away more than two hits, two blows | |
| She heard my new t, it was new clothes | |
| New golds, carefully | |
| Herringbones, and cellphones | |
| But her friend home, now | |
| I' m freakin' two ho' s | |
| If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob' ly wanna lick me | |
| I' m the Twista, | |
| I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy | |
| Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of | |
| Mississippi, now pimp on Hook: to fade | |
| It' s, liike | |
| Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
| Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
| Guess, we' ve | |
| Been apart, too long |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Johnson ... | |
| Uhh Hold up | |
| Comin' down | |
| Hold up Mm | |
| Smoke somethin' Verse 1: Pimp C | |
| Lately he been flippin' and, stayin' on the grind | |
| Tellin' you that you fine, but he ain' t spendin' no time | |
| I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine | |
| Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down " Bump n' Grind" | |
| His thang like a dirty | |
| Sweet, from off the street | |
| My thang like a | |
| O' of indo, from | |
| Sacremento | |
| Lately y' all been monkeyin', he, call you a | |
| Keep me all up in yo' t, tryina dig you a new ditch | |
| Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good | |
| Got my ed sucked in his ' | |
| Six, I' m ' on leather and wood | |
| I' m just a yougin' from the hood, with some if ya good | |
| With him, you know that you shouldn' t | |
| With me, you know that you should | |
| Go thug, like a glove when | |
| I push and | |
| I shove Knock a dime out the climb, cause | |
| I ain' t makin' love | |
| See yo' man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit' cha | |
| But me, I lick ya where he don' t, and suck real hard on yo' nipple | |
| My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle | |
| And if you gave her a dime, she gave me a nickle | |
| So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my on her mind | |
| Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young | |
| Pimp C be spendin' yo' time | |
| Time Hook: girl singing | |
| It' s, liike | |
| Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
| Something' s goin' wrong | |
| Guess, we' ve | |
| Been apart, too long | |
| Beeeen, aaapaart Verse 2: Bun B | |
| Well naturally, | |
| I have to be, dead serious, maybe not | |
| Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out | |
| Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass | |
| WUIS her, | |
| Versacci, down like | |
| Fran, dress her, bless her heart | |
| She was a sweettart, but' cha never understood her point in our duo | |
| Talkin' smart with' all that " you know", comin' with' hesay, shesay | |
| From what she heard at the club, bout some chick that | |
| I had played on | |
| Well , you should have stayed home | |
| She mad cause | |
| I done told her girl off, but the was wrong, and you | |
| You gon' let these messy ho' s yo' world off | |
| I tried to love her man, but see love is one thang, and dumb is anotha | |
| Brotha, I' d be dumb to let her run thangs | |
| I should' ve passed, but | |
| I was gassed, superunleaded | |
| And her nappyheaded ass gon' regret it, remember | |
| I said it | |
| Cause I' m, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind | |
| Cause it' d be a crime, for me to waste my time | |
| My time Hook: | |
| It' s, liike | |
| Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
| Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
| Guess, we' ve | |
| Been apart, too long | |
| Beeeen, aaapaart Verse 3: Twista | |
| Did you ever think about who' s ass ya girl' s was | |
| Before the booty had became yours? | |
| If a ' s sane flows, you know everythang goes | |
| ' in it til' it' s colorful as rainbows | |
| Sportin' furry | |
| Kango' s, she can' t go, rockin' paid shows | |
| Paper hard to fold, plus | |
| I roll slick, keep talkin' t | |
| If you don' t like me, it' s most likely, cause | |
| I done holla' d at yo | |
| Why she so thick? | |
| Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' ' em | |
| But I make her feel like " Uhhuh", can you do it? " Uhhuh" | |
| But when I scoup her up, she know that | |
| I' m the one to make a slutcum | |
| Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother that stuff | |
| Mad cause | |
| I snuck that love, baby don' t bust that slug | |
| So go on head roll up that bud, so we can | |
| So wassup? | |
| Now we in the | |
| Suburb', submerged, watch a movie | |
| Or bumpin' | |
| UG, K t, scoop a or hit the booty | |
| How the man, yea | |
| I knew g, but she don' t usually, say t | |
| Cause the make a mother a wanna ball up and cry | |
| Chickapowpow, | |
| I love them thighs when | |
| I' m rollin' aside | |
| I ain' t gon' up and die, like the guy that we got high | |
| Take away more than two hits, two blows | |
| She heard my new t, it was new clothes | |
| New golds, carefully | |
| Herringbones, and cellphones | |
| But her friend home, now | |
| I' m freakin' two ho' s | |
| If ya girl be with' me, somethin' nifty, she prob' ly wanna lick me | |
| I' m the Twista, | |
| I flame a ho pissy drunk and drippy | |
| Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of | |
| Mississippi, now pimp on Hook: to fade | |
| It' s, liike | |
| Sooomething' s goin' wrong | |
| Something' s goooooin' wrong | |
| Guess, we' ve | |
| Been apart, too long |