Yo-Yo - Home Girl Don't Play Dat lyrics

How to survive in South Central Rule number one: Don't f** with a n***a in a Benz-o It's '92 and sh** is getting hectic So if you get naked stay protected (Yep) And keep an open eye, for people smoking [?] Cause that's when you slip and you trip and ah... Once I knew this girl who dressed like a hooker 'Til some n******gs five-deep in the Jeep came and took her [?] Don't blink if you wear a [?] Take it from a sister who knows the street life Bo knows sports, I take no shorts A woman gotta do what a woman gotta do Make one move and they'll gat you In the back—with a gat The homegirl don't play that (Yeah) (The homegirl don't play that) Rule number two: get yourself a crew Cause Yo-Yo rolls with the I.B.W Mama said never take candy from a stranger Nine times out of ten they put you in danger So don't let 'em, if you just met 'em And he's tryin' to be a pimp and drive a Nissan Sentra Talkin' that talk, [?] f** it, don't trust 'em, from the biggest to the smallest Cause chances are he's [?] than a smoker So don't let a fool [?] cause he smile His faces come in all different sizes and shapes A .38 works much better than some mace Full form [?] so keep it in [?] Cause only some hoochies let him pop that coochie Now he's got the most maniacs on the meth That's why I stay strapped, homegirl don't play that (Yeah) (The homegirl don't play that, trick) x4 (Break 'em off) Don't do it x4 Break it down to the nitty-gritty; the city's sh**ty (Yep) A place where they show no pity (Uh!) Some just won't take no for an answer [?] disappear faster than [?] [?] with the purse, you're running like [Hershell?] Walkin' down the block, you yellin' "Stop! Somebody call the police, he stole my diamonds and my pearls A tall dark guy with a curl" Uh Next-door neighbors, nice people But they don't want no beef, so they see no evil Hear no evil. You better go tell a friend Cause you'll probably never see your Liz Claiborne again It's off to the slums, the winos and the bums Dial 9-1-1, wait-wait-wait 'til they come So if you try to play me out like a toy You gotta deal with three hundred and fifty-seven homeboys Don't do it (The homegirl don't play that, punk)