Girl Talk - Play Your Part (Pt. 1) lyrics

Play your part... Sweet jones My b**h a choosy lover, never f** without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a compressor Top notch ho's get the most, not the lesser Trash like the f** for 40 dollars in the club f**ing up the game, b**h you gets no love She be cross country givin' all that she got A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads Some ho's wanna choose, but them b**hes too scary Your b**h chose me, you ain't a pimp you a fairy Pump that sh** (x8) Pump that (x2) Pump that sh** (x2) Pump that (x2) Pump that sh** (x2) Now walk it out (x8) West Side walk it out South Side walk it out East Side walk it out North Side walk it out Now hit the dance floor And bend your back low She do it with no hands Now stop pop and roll I'm smoking bubba ho Now they in trouble ho I like the way she move An undercover ho It's on once again Patron once again I threw my head back Then I froze like the Wind West Side walk it out South Side walk it out East Side walk it out North Side walk it out We're not gonna take it You can show me how Uh uh, no way, you can show me how No, we ain't gonna take it! You can show me how Uh uh, no way, you can show me how We're not gonna take it... anymore! Hey, hey, you can show me how (x2) Uh uh, no way, you can show me how Yeah (x14) Ok, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard No b**h we ball harder I am the Birdman And I'm J-R-uh b**h I'm paid, that's all I gotta say What you know about that? (x2) b**h I'm paid, that's all I gotta say What you know about that? I know all about that b**h I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Can't see you lil' n***as, the money in the way And I-I'm sitting high, a gansta ride blazed If you ain't gonna ride fly then you may as well hate, sh** I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate Even though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake, sh** Believe that and if ya mans wanna play Imma f** around and put the boy brains on da table Hey pick 'em up, f** 'em, let 'em-lay Where I'm from we see a f**in' dead body everyday Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop) b**h I'm a pipe, she like a crack addict If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it I grab my keys, ho I gotta go I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs 'Cause nothing compares What you know about that? Nothing compares... to you What you know about that? I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head Nothing compares What you know about that? Nothing compares... to you I know all about that I was gettin' some head Gettin', gettin' some head I was with the kinda girl that make yo toes curl