Correction Lyrics I’m a Player (Street Remix) by Too $hort

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I'm a player, b*t*h, I thought you knew
Like every other n***a in the Dangerous Crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me, young tender, when will you learn?
I'm a player, b*t*h
(I'm a player, b*t*h; I'm a player, b*t*h; I'm a player, b*t*h)

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I ain't with no marriage and a wedding ring
I'll be a player for life, so where's my wife?
Probably at the rehab stuck on the pipe
'Cause she must be smoking and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' b*t*hes than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'Cause I can give you a b*t*h and wouldn't give you joint
b*t*hes ain't sh*t 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 d**k sucked
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts
Gettin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap, well, that's a nice occupation
To get pu**y when you want and how you want it, fool
'Cause I was f**king ugly hoes back in high school
I used to f**k young-ass hoes
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes
Now I f**k top notch b*t*hes
Tell a story 'bout rags to riches
'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' for years and ain't fell off 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 front on my folks
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
b*t*hes come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I f**k your cousin
Your two sisters, I even f**k your ex-b*t*h
Short Dog in the house with some player sh*t

All you fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover, tell me how do ya feel
When you're frontin' to the homies how you grindin'
Look for a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend and see her every night
Come around the partners, lyin' 'bout your life
Looked at your watch it said 6:22
Cut to the house and said 'Baby, I love you'
Can't act like a mack like Playboy Short
And the rest of the macks in the streets of the O, b*t*h
Comin' up we learned how to break these hoes
And when you're through gettin' yours then you shake these hoes
And when you're older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's every day, workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before, I see it again
Young tender saying, 'Short, would you be my man'

Yeah, it's a lot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But I ain't trippin' though
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters?

Tryna stay away from Kris Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross 'cause they're really just haters
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player
Born to mack, and got b*t*hes everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass 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*t*h
Until you kick that Short Dog habit, got you all on my d**k
And even though I can't f**k you every day
That's 'cause I got another b*t*h around 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

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