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featuring Ice Cube
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[Ice Cube]
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Hey, didn't your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talking?
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Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking
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Yo we don't play that
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You know what I'm saying?
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So you need to go in there and play witcha mama
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Willie D
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Verse 1:
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[Willie D]
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The Gangster of Love is on the go once more
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I've been solo two in a row
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Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars, a big crib
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And bitches on my knob (that's right)
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But some motherfucker's counting me out
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I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out
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Source Magazine dissing niggas' records
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I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas
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And write a song about it they better like
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Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics
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I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
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you wanna play with somebody, play witcha mama
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[Ice Cube]
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Hoe, yeah
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[Willie D]
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If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection
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You better speed on before you get peed on
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Cube tell 'em
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[Ice Cube]
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Play witcha mama, huh
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It don't stop
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[Willie D]
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It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop
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Verse 2:
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[Ice Cube]
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Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest
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You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west
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And I hold a pistola, brown as Coca Cola
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Coming from the shooters with the 1, 2, bang, ping
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Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing)
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It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking
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Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talking
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Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids
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Forever and a day, nigga what you say?
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Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors own brand
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Niggas mad dumb but they can't fade us (never)
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Wishin they could be like me and Willie D
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Not just a punk ass trick silly gee
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You better take that little shit to your mama
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(Westside rolling) Fool with the drama
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It don't stop, uh, yeah
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You better play witcha mama
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Verse 3:
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[Willie D]
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I'm going out like a soldier, I thought I told you
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Homie don't play that, so don't make me peteroll you
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When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
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Cause I'll split your fucking wig
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Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back
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Cause I'm down to earth black
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But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off
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I hit 'em dead in their motherfucking mouth
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And don't talk about suing me
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Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E
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Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't shit
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Mad cause I won't speak to you bitch
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Now you want to cause a scene, well that's fine
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Cause I do this shit all the time (that's right)
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Here's a motherfucker that don't mind the drama
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You want to play with somebody play witcha mama
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[Ice Cube]
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Play witcha mama, punk
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Play witcha mama, hoe
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Play witcha mama, punk
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Play witcha mama, hoe
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Willie D, Ice Cube, that's all she wrote
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That's all she wrote
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It don't stop, 'til the panties drop
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Fool play witcha mama
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Put a comma on that motherfucker Willie D and let's break
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[Willie D]
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My mama, your mama hanging on the cut
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My mama beat your mama ass up, now get somewhere
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Play Witcha Mama
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Willie D |