Stop Playin Games lyrics translation: EIGHTBALL Stop Playin Games song texte and letras EIGHTBALL Stop Playin Games tab, paroles and testo EIGHTBALL Stop Playin Games Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
[P. Diddy] Shit nigga.. A ho is a ho A ho a-, shit, heheh I`m strictly referring to them ho-ass niggaz, feel me? I go by the name of that boy Diddy This is my man Fatboy, you know Eightball niggaz, that`s right, heh
[Eightball] Yea, I pull up with my niggaz, you know it`s on and poppin I`m the fattest mack, so everybody watchin My Timbo`s ain`t scuffed, hydro, I got enough That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff Them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers keep it You could smell it on my clothes so it ain`t no secret Rag on my head, braids to the back Gimme that Grey Goose, and put that `gnac back I`m on another level, bitches I got several Don`t try to rob me, I got that heavy metal You in the dirt now, you underground now Can`t make a sound now, you wanna clown now?
[Hook: 2x] Stop playin games ho It`s about that money you makin You playin games ho Ain`t `bout no talkin or fakin Stop playin games ho It`s about the life you livin You playin games ho Look at all this money you missin
[Eightball] Yo what`s the deal pimpin, I`m so for real pimpin I get my Cinderella with unbroken seals pimpin I flip a big truck (big truck) with some big rims (big rims) I get my dick sucked (dick sucked) When I pull out the Benz (pull out the Benz) Switchin CD`s (CD`s) watchin DVD`s (DVD`s) Now MLK (MLK) in my SUV (SUV) Pigeons jockin me, they wanna ride wit me You gotta be down ho, like Bobby Brown and Whitney I`m not gorilla pimpin, but I keep them killas wit me Yo you for real nigga, think you can deal wit me? You got a couple of guns, you know a couple of dudes You need to shut your mouth, this what you need to do
[Hook: 2x]
[Eightball] Listen carefully, lemme tell you somethin This song is dedicated, to niggaz out there bumpin Talkin too much, fakin, shakin, frontin You got a lot to say and didn`t nobody ask you nothin Might get yo` jaw broke, might get yo` wig split Might get yo` car shot up, might get yo` dough kicked Might get you kidnapped, might get yo` neck snapped Don`t get your feelings hurt thinkin this is just a rap To all you little mamas, that wanna get my number After the show is over, you wanna come on over You wanna sip Mo`, you wanna smoke `dro Ask me twenty questions, this ain`t no talk show I`m not ya boyfriend, I`m not ya husband I`m not ya sugar daddy, I`m not ya best friend Don`t need no best man, don`t need no wedding band Close ya mouth, and listen close to what I`m sayin
[Hook: 2x]
Stop playin games ho You playin games ho [Repeat 8x]