Too $hort (too Short) - I'm a Player (Street Version) lyrics

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen I ain't with no marriage and a weddin' ring I be a player fo' life so where's my wife Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe 'cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin' Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland Got way mo' b**hes than I ever need I put that on a big fat bag of weed 'cause I can give you a b**h who wouldn't give you joint b**hes ain' sh** and now I made my point So you can light that weed While I spit this rap And tell you 'bout a player from way back I was only fourteen when I first got my dick s**ed Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts Gittin' freaky in the right situations You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation To git p**y when you want 'n how you want it foo' 'cause I was f**in' ugly hoes back in high schoo' I used to f** young-a** hoes Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes Now I f** top notch b**hes Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches 'bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy! 'cause I never would fron' on my folks I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes b**hes come a dime a dozen So don't get mad when I f** your cousin Your two sisters, I even f** your ex-b**h Short Dog in the house with some player sh**... I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** All the fake players peep game from the real Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel When you front to the homies how you grind 'em Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em You got one girlfriend you see her every night Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two Cut to the house and said baby I love you Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho' An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O b**h! Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans I know I seen it before I see it again Young tender saying Short would you be my man... I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin' But hey ain' trippin up Short Dog, what you do about them player haters Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player Born to mack, 'n got b**hes everywhere I ride around town in my clean-a** cars Screenin' these hoes like movie stars Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat I was born to mack I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back b**h Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick And even though I can't f** you every day That's 'cause I got another b**h aroun' the way We can all get together on a late night Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight I really don't care Cause I'm a player... I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba** I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba**