Willie D

Willie D - Play Witcha Mama lyrics

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[Ice Cube]
 Hey, didn't your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talking?
 Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking
 Yo we don't play that
 You know what I'm saying?
 So you need to go in there and play witcha mama
 Willie D

 Verse 1:
 [Willie D]
 The Gangster of Love is on the go once more
 I've been solo two in a row
 Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars, a big crib
 And bitches on my knob (that's right)
 But some motherfucker's counting me out
 I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out
 Source Magazine dissing niggas' records
 I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas
 And write a song about it they better like
 Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics
 I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
 you wanna play with somebody, play witcha mama

 [Ice Cube]
 Hoe, yeah
 [Willie D]
 If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection
 You better speed on before you get peed on
 Cube tell 'em
 [Ice Cube]
 Play witcha mama, huh
 It don't stop
 [Willie D]
 It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop

 Verse 2:
 [Ice Cube]
 Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest
 You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west
 And I hold a pistola, brown as Coca Cola
 Coming from the shooters with the 1, 2, bang, ping
 Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing)
 It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking
 Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talking
 Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids
 Forever and a day, nigga what you say?
 Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors own brand
 Niggas mad dumb but they can't fade us (never)
 Wishin they could be like me and Willie D
 Not just a punk ass trick silly gee
 You better take that little shit to your mama
 (Westside rolling) Fool with the drama

 It don't stop, uh, yeah
 You better play witcha mama

 Verse 3:
 [Willie D]
 I'm going out like a soldier, I thought I told you
 Homie don't play that, so don't make me peteroll you
 When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
 Cause I'll split your fucking wig
 Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back
 Cause I'm down to earth black
 But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off
 I hit 'em dead in their motherfucking mouth
 And don't talk about suing me
 Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E
 Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't shit
 Mad cause I won't speak to you bitch
 Now you want to cause a scene, well that's fine
 Cause I do this shit all the time (that's right)
 Here's a motherfucker that don't mind the drama
 You want to play with somebody play witcha mama

 [Ice Cube]
 Play witcha mama, punk
 Play witcha mama, hoe
 Play witcha mama, punk
 Play witcha mama, hoe
 Willie D, Ice Cube, that's all she wrote
 That's all she wrote
 It don't stop, 'til the panties drop
 Fool play witcha mama
 Put a comma on that motherfucker Willie D and let's break

 [Willie D]
 My mama, your mama hanging on the cut
 My mama beat your mama ass up, now get somewhere
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Publisher: Wize Up Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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