Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Player lyrics

[Intro: Dialogue] The D.O.C- Hey yo Dre (Yeah, what's happening?) Have you ever met this female by the name of ah Tairrie B? Dr. Dre- Yeah, yeah, I met her The D.O.C- Peep this out, I seen her at a club last night, right? (Word) Smooth approach the female, right? With the line from the D to the O to the C's mind. Tell her anything that comes from Doc is like ever lasting (Is that right?) But she still flaked on me Dr.Dre- Yeah I posed the same girl. Man, she was like big ego tripping on to something, you know what I'm saying? Eazy-E-Yeah I was stepped up to her. Man, she acted like she didn't know who I was (Now, ain't that a b**h.) [Verse 1: Tairrie B] Well, here's a low down Coming at you Comptown, style Ruthless and wild That's shows and everywhere I go So yo, for those who don't know What I mean when I call a man a player That's what we call them here from LA And I'm not the type of girl to play no game I just call them like I see them by the real name Soop s**er, some male MCs In full effect, I'm pulling all of these But when I'm on the mic, you know I do things right I'm in house homeboys, so it's ladies night Boys come up to me and always acting in the hood Trying to play it off and always lose their cool They drop to their knees, start to skis Saying please baby, please baby (baby, baby, please) Boys, don't beg (don't beg) I walk away, still not hanging on to my leg I tell him have a little pride, you looking a mess Why would people catch a nothing, [?] so let's do this You wonder why you weren't kisses Busted homeboy you've disk, cause you're a player [Hook] I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player (You're a player.) I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player (All my boys ah, you can go. I'll call you when I need you.) [Verse 2] Word to the brother and the mother too Cause you say you want to take me out wining and dining I know what's on your mind and it's grinding I'm no toy, get your hands off my body, boy It's not that type of party, you place or mine, is a played out lie To quote this rhythm, you ain't that fine So don't try to make a move when I sit on the couch I'll hit you where it hurts, so you will say ouch I'll kick you where it counts,if you try to pounce on me So let me say as I pronounce the word player (s**a) It's means fake or Casanova And I hope you know you ain't ever getting over Take your mean, pink, Caddy a purr What made you think I'm one of those girls With a sugar daddy, honey I'm Tairrie B I make my money on the mic, it's simple to see That all you ever think about is girls in the sack The only thing you're going to get from me (tell'em to them T) is a smack I said damn today, my beeper keeps on buzzing Men are calling every hour, on the hour, by the dozen So a piece of advice, that were [?] Don't try to talk to me when I'm rapping I'm busy, can't you see that I'm working Keep it up and I'll send you home chirping Cause I take apart men, like I took a part Ken And barbie dolls back when I was ten Then it was kissed up, now I play real It's like I'm talking to a boy Yo I'm built, the clock keeps ticking, to tell you my time Twenty-four/seven, I'm kicking your rhythm My nails are done, marcasite don't run I'm a ruthless b**h, but I ain't the one To be played, just paid, a platinum fade It's my trademark, my body's so hard Is what I use to abuse the groove, I choose So tell me who's gonna flex I'm stepping and the weapon is s** k** that noise, I'll be next, if your a player [Hook] I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player (You're a player.) I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player [Verse 3] Well it's the end of the rhythm So it's time to remind the men Well a lover or a friend Never dominant force A prominent source And as such With a feminist touch Too much on the real tip A couple to eat with and take out men who trip Cause it ain't about a man, a bank account, or a car If you're live, I'll drive and will go far But if you're not, you'll be caught in fat cold busted Driving maybe shot and taught what lusted I'm no stunt, keep the front from your posse I don't want, [?] ten glossy See I came, not to jest my name To step to all you s**ers, cause you all act the same I see you look my way, say you got played When you never got a date, not to mention a lay I've been stone cold swinging, bringing the verse And when the rhyming done, (b**h just did what) So if I don't look like a real rapper to you, I use slang Step to this, cause I don't want to get the hang I'm Tairrie B, here's a subject at hand, I ain't a rapper And you ain't man, you're a player [Hook] I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player (You're a player.) I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player. I'm a, I'm a player [Outro: Dialogue] The D.O.C - Hey yo, man. Can you believe what she just said, you know what I'm saying? How can she... Dr. Dre- Word, talking all that nonsense The D.O.C- How can she call the T to the O to the C a player, man? Do I look like a player to you? Eazy-E- Hell, no! You don't look like a god... Tairrie B- Oh, and I suppose you're the one to talk, right baby? Yo, I'm coming out of Comptown and I don't play that sh** Straight up. (yeah)