Ain't Nobody Playin'

Two months prior said you had a dire emergency
It was one thirty, my face was all dirty, tryna get some sling
Head still whirlin', throw on my shearin', leave my man home
Two dots, yes, I'm comin', yes, my car is runnin', hang up my cell phone

By the time I arrived, you was deep about five like you had beef
And then you tried to step, told me that I slept like you was cock tease
It was all about some nigga you thought was jigger who was diggin' me
And I told you after that day we ain't cool, baby

So, what ya think, this a game ain't no-bo-dy playin'
Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door
I was tryin' to be nice for your own debt ounce
Ooh girl, you done did it now, really, really, really did it, now watch out

I was kinda thrown, head was kinda blown, but I'm not blue
Lost a couple friends once or twice before, I'm still cool
Then you tried to flex like you were the next bitch who you tryna fool
You just another girl from the avenue who graduated school

Now, you wanna be down after you tried to clown me, baby doll
But ain't no future in frontin', and frontiers don't hang around with me at all
And now, I make my music, got me some new dick and I'm doin' fine
And I'm still real ghetto, bitch, and I still kick your black behind

What ya think, this a game ain't no-bo-dy playin' (no, ooh-oh, ooh-oh)
Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door (no, no, no, no-)
I was tryin' to be nice for your own debt ounce
Ooh girl, you done did it now, really-really-really did it, now watch out

What ya think, this a game ain't no-bo-dy playin'
Thought I told you before, don't you come knockin' on my door
I was tryin' to be nice for your own debt ounce
Ooh girl, you done did it now, really-really-really did it, now watch out

Yo, I'm ringin' the phone, two in the a.m. rudely awaken
Dreamin', deep concentration, hazy
She really couldn't peep what they was sayin' at first
All I know was jag really wasn't playin' at all

She left calmly to speak to the John
Got the Jaguar double-parked, blinkers is on
Head pulled back, sneakers is on
Yo, I don't know what sis told her, but she 'bout to get a beatin' performed

She grabbin' all up on her shirt, tuggin' on her slacks
Jag tried to go in the grill, I had to hold her back
Cool her out, try to tell her to chill, lower the thermostat
You a star, no need for you to stoop as low as that boy

Scrappin' over men is best avoided
And a real lady would never confess to doin' it
She said, "I'm gangster, don't let the dress confuse you"
The only thing sweet is the music, it's really not a game

What ya think, this a game ain't no-bo-dy playin' (ain't no-bo-dy playin', -body playin', oh)
Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door (don't you become, knockin' on the door)
I was tryin' to be nice for your own debt ounce (and I'd hand you something nice then)
Ooh girl, you done did it now, really, really, really did it, now watch out

What ya think this a game (I thought I told you -fore, don't you become...)
Thought I told you before (no matter to do, we're prayin' then and I told you way back then)
I was tryin' to be nice (we're left to where it added, yeah-yeah, eh; ooh yeah, oh, babe, nice)
Ooh girl, you done did it now, really-really-really did it, now watch out, watch out

Watch out, watch out (why don't watch out, why don't watch out, girl?)
(Why don't watch out, why don't watch out?)
Watch out, watch out (you want a back-up, you want a back-up, girl?)
(You'd better watch out, you'd better watch out, girl), watch out, watch out



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Storch, Tarik Trotter, Jaguar Wright
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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