Paul Wall - I Got Game lyrics

It ain't nothin to a playa baby Im babalous, i got game Read my slang, baby It ain't nothin to a playa cause im babalous, i got game Its just a day in the life Play like im shy But im fly Say what I like A lot of dudes prayin i dont lay with they wife But you can have her back Its ok, you alright I dont want her for life, she just gon stay for the night So calm your nerves, cause your way too up tight Your sharin your girl wit a playa tonight So deal with it homie My honey gets jealous everytime i hang with they fellas But my money gets jealous when im hangin with cinderellas They think i got they gla** slippers, but i got a news flash I not your a**-kisser, you'll get cruised past Scoop up a lil momma in a H2 hummer Grab the cucumber You a woman?do somethin Id cut for ya, but your not the one So go back to ya baby-daddy, just call me for fun Hun Its all good, girls come and they go I gotta get one thing straight when they come through the door No, i ain't trippin, but if your trippin, keep trippin, you'll fall And that means you'll be replaced to take a trip in the fall Im undefeated when it comes to hollarin at white girls When im in the club dudes be got somethin like girls They askin if im mackin to they ex-girlfriend Well, that all depends on what your ex-girl spends Ok, let me break it down Its a numbers game Im gunna give you a few examples Just peep what im sayin Im 72 percent mackin to hoodrats The other 28 got STD's Thats true facts Picture me in a honey-dip, off in the benz Off with the top, now we flyin off in the wind She offerin skins but, no i just wanna be friends Cause lil' momma steady coughin up flem I can't do it but Movin' on in the blue Yukon This lil chick on the side, steady usin the horn As she demonstrates all that she can do with her tongue Invitin me to come through for some bun Give me ya number, Im 88 percent on them dark-skinned ladies They be tellin me that we would make beautiful babies But that translates to, I wanna drive your mercedes But this boy spittin game ain't lame Know what im sayin man? I pit stop This lil chicks on my jock Im rich but she think im not so i switch to a six drop Its a mystery like hitchco*k Why the rims keep on spinnin when the car makes a quick stop I love mackin to some stuck-up chicks I treat em like piss, and still pull five out of six They in my mix for my 24 inch chrome kicks But fix ya brain, cause papa-bear dont trick Give me a kiss, muah I love hispanic girls that resemble selina They tell me, Aiy papy, bomonos seena, coseina But all of those dont translate What this chicka sayin? I ain't playin I like girls all types, all colors I got a army of temporary part-time lovers When through with em, ima scoop up one of my many others Its probably they sisters, they cousin, maybe even they mothers