I Self Lord and Master

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 "You're playin a game.. it's all plain.."

 [Puba]
 Uhh
 Here go the style to make the young girls smile
 They go wild when Grand Puba's on they radio dial
 Alamo hit me off with the butter cream
 Watch me run the ghetto scheme  givin all the honies wet dreams
 I'm gonna hit you where the drip go drop
 and make your whole body tickle as we smack the nine nickel  so
 here we come, here go that flow son
 I be the one who get it done and I ain't done until after honey come
 You see my flow is great, no greater
 If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a motherfuckin playa hater
 Cause they hungry like Wally Gator
 Why jealous niggaz try? I ain't Woody and this ain't Woodpecker Pie
 Is it cause who we be
 they hear us on the radio and see us on TV
 Or just, playa hate us, be undercover
 Jealous cause we MC brothers
 That's the way, it, goes
 You know it's 2000, playa haters need to stop, come on

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 [Puba - over chorus]
 Yeah
 Tryin to jam wreck for the next man, yaknahmsayin?
 Cause they don't understand, you know?
 Playin that game, yeah

 See I'm the type of guy that'll say - hey baby, let's get away
 Let's go somewhere far, dig it
 Cause I'ma put it on the mornin, if it's on it's on
 When I'm goin I'm gone, it won't stop the dawn
 But I be careful cause the monster be lurkin
 Some honies got it bad where them rubbers don't be workin
 Some stinkbox are like that Park called Jurassic
 Slide up in the cut, it burns your rubber up like acid
 So if you're playin them games, you best be careful
 Don't let the 5-1-6 make you dareful
 There you go, feelin good, you're out of town
 And it's one of those nights, you feel like gettin down
 You ain't choosy on the honey you picked
 No glove on your stick, you just wanna hit it quick
 So you get down for your crown to represent
 Honey's runnin somethin, cause that short stay loot is spent
 There you go, slidin raw dog again
 Now you're singin New Edition song, "Is This the End?"

 Chorus (repeat to fade