I Ain't Trippin' Lyrics

[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba*s]
[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba*s]

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen,
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring,
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife,
prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe,
'cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland,
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need,
I put that on a big fat bag of weed,
'cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint,
Bitches ain' shit 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 s*cked,
now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts,
Gittin' freaky in the right situations,
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation,
To git pus*y when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'cause I was f**kin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to f**k young-a*s hoes,
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes,
Now I f**k top notch bitches,
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches,
'bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set,
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of 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 fron' on my folks,
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes,
Bitches 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-bitch,
Short Dog in the house with some player shit...

[I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the ba*s]
[I'm a player and

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