Artist: Geto Boys Album: We Can't Be Stopped Song: Homie Don't Play That Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Verse One: Willie D] Don't say I didn't warn you, about playing them whore games Like calling me out on my name Some of y'all are still gonna try to show off And get busted in your goddamn mouth I won't understand how a man can call a man A bitch or a whore and be playing In my book that's a no-no Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash bro Pop you on the butt for what? Niggaz ain't got where they play too much Willie D ain't that type of bitch and that's it Anything else is punk shit I'll give you some of this (*Shots*) or some of this (*Shots*) They're just special effects but you can bet I got something to make them whores ease up off me black Cause homie don't play that! [Hook: Sampler of George Clinton's Atomic Dog] This is for the homies, for the homies Hawhh! Hawhh! Hawhh! Hawhh! Hawhh! You got it! -----> Flavor Flav [Verse Two: Willie D] A lot of suckers got their ass kicked Cause hardheads and ranking don't mix But if you gonna cap on each other You gotta know Will is getting personal sucker Instead of eating up your homeboys grill See that's how a nigga getting killed Fools like to joke when your serious So to kill the bullshit I stopped tripping with a period Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies And greet me with a bond cause you don't know me Play with your mother or your father You ain't got no pussy I don't even wanna be bothered And you bet' not act like you wanna swing Cause I'm pretty good with them things So call my bluff, do what you like and I'ma make you read these Nikes Wrestling ain't masculine You say you wanna go to war B, instead of trying to test me Whores playing like an adolescent Well, get your ass wrapped up like a present Your compliments ain't nothing but a racket Your whole conversation is plastic You say you like my new jacket Jealous motherfucker even sound sarcastic It's in your voice when we're shooting and shit Maytag ass nigga ain't nothing but a bitch Ain't got no back cause your always fronting black Man homie don't play that [Hook:] Pumping it up on them, pumping it up Ummmmmmmmm (I don't play that!) Pumping it up on them, pumping it up Ummmmmmmmm (Let's take them all the way back!) (*Sampler of George Clinton's Atomic Dog*) Not way back baby, HUH! [Verse Three: Willie D] Niggaz say I'm crazy When I say keep your comments about my lady They say (You're lucky, I'd wish I had a girl like that) I never smile cause I know where their heart is at All in front of my girl saying how pretty she looks Game recognized, I wrote the book! (Got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother) You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her Still water is running deep man And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend Call your crib when he know you ain't home Trying to wrap to your girl on the telephone Snake in the grass, I see you, I'm coming From a mile away I start gunning (*Gun Shots*) And every time one drops You can get a card with their face ordered in the mailbox See we ain't that cool Where you can play with my girl and try to get a free feel fool Or conversate with us alone That I have to step in and stop you from going on and on With that idle chatter You say: You're just being friendly, ain't that a bitch? You can be my brother, my father, but the fact Is homie don't play that [Outro:] Pumping it up on them, pumping it up Ummmmmmmmm (I don't play that) Pumping it up on them, pumping it up Ummmmmmmmm (Man, homie don't play that)