[P. Diddy]
Shit nigga.. A ho is a ho
A ho a-, shit, heheh
I`m strictly referring to them ho-ass niggaz, feel me?
I go by the name of that boy Diddy
This is my man Fatboy, you know
Eightball niggaz, that`s right, heh
[Eightball]
Yea, I pull up with my niggaz, you know it`s on and poppin
I`m the fattest mack, so everybody watchin
My Timbo`s ain`t scuffed, hydro, I got enough
That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff
Them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers keep it
You could smell it on my clothes so it ain`t no secret
Rag on my head, braids to the back
Gimme that Grey Goose, and put that `gnac back
I`m on another level, bitches I got several
Don`t try to rob me, I got that heavy metal
You in the dirt now, you underground now
Can`t make a sound now, you wanna clown now?
[Hook: 2x]
Stop playin games ho
It`s about that money you makin
You playin games ho
Ain`t `bout no talkin or fakin
Stop playin games ho
It`s about the life you livin
You playin games ho
Look at all this money you missin
[Eightball]
Yo what`s the deal pimpin, I`m so for real pimpin
I get my Cinderella with unbroken seals pimpin
I flip a big truck (big truck) with some big rims (big rims)
I get my dick sucked (dick sucked)
When I pull out the Benz (pull out the Benz)
Switchin CD`s (CD`s) watchin DVD`s (DVD`s)
Now MLK (MLK) in my SUV (SUV)
Pigeons jockin me, they wanna ride wit me
You gotta be down ho, like Bobby Brown and Whitney
I`m not gorilla pimpin, but I keep them killas wit me
Yo you for real nigga, think you can deal wit me?
You got a couple of guns, you know a couple of dudes
You need to shut your mouth, this what you need to do
[Hook: 2x]
[Eightball]
Listen carefully, lemme tell you somethin
This song is dedicated, to niggaz out there bumpin
Talkin too much, fakin, shakin, frontin
You got a lot to say and didn`t nobody ask you nothin
Might get yo` jaw broke, might get yo` wig split
Might get yo` car shot up, might get yo` dough kicked
Might get you kidnapped, might get yo` neck snapped
Don`t get your feelings hurt thinkin this is just a rap
To all you little mamas, that wanna get my number
After the show is over, you wanna come on over
You wanna sip Mo`, you wanna smoke `dro
Ask me twenty questions, this ain`t no talk show
I`m not ya boyfriend, I`m not ya husband
I`m not ya sugar daddy, I`m not ya best friend
Don`t need no best man, don`t need no wedding band
Close ya mouth, and listen close to what I`m sayin
[Hook: 2x]
Stop playin games ho
You playin games ho [Repeat 8x]
Stop playing games ho..
Now stop playin (I ain`t playin wit y`all!)
