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

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I'm a player, I thought you knew
Like every other ***** 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 smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short, baby, comin' straight from Oakland
Got way more women than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'Cause I'll give you my girl and wouldn't give you joint
Can't waste the dank 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 seven, I used to run the young girls game
Now I'm twenty-seven and I still ain't changed
Gettin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap, well, that's a nice occupation
To get served when you want and how you want it, fool
'Cause I was knockin' ugly girls back in high school
I used to get them young girls
I used to be broke and had a messed up curl
Now I got my own phat business
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
Women come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I'm datin' your cousin
Your two sisters, I even date your ex-wife
Short Dog in the house and it's a player's life

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
Comin' up we learned how to break these tramps
And when you're through gettin' yours then you shake these tramps
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 women everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these ladies like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack, hook you just like crack
I be a monkey on your back
Until you kick that Short Dog habit, got you all on my tip
And even though I can't do it to you every day
That's 'cause I got another girl 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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