We can all get together on a late night
Comin’ up we learn how to freak these hoes
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
I be a player fo’ life so where’s my wife
Songwriters: George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Gary Cooper, Todd Shaw, Frank Waddy
Bitches ain’ shit and now I made my point
I really don’t care 'cause I’m a player
Look fo’ a tramp but you can’t find ’em
I’m hookin’ hoes like crack
To get pussy when you want and how you want it foo’
So if you ever see me rollin’ in my drop top caddy
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
Prob’ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
Too short baby comin’ straight from Oakland
Try ’n stay away from kriss kross imitators
That’s ’cause I got another bitch aroun’ the way
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
’Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn’t give you joint
Born to mack, ’n got bitches everywhere
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
Cut to the house and said, "Baby I love you"
Gettin’ freaky in the right situations
So don’t get mad when I fuck your cousin
Got way mo’ bitches than I ever need
Put ya in a cross ’cause they really jus’ haters
Bitches come a dime a dozen
Throw a peace sign and say, hey pimp daddy
And tell you ’bout a player from way back
Cut to the house hook somethin’ up real tight
Short dog, what you do about them player haters
And even though I can’t fuck you everyday
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
You got one girlfriend you see her every night
Publishers: BRIDGEPORT MUSIC INC, RUBBER BAND MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS
An’ the rest of the macks in the streets of the oh bitch
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
Comin’ around the partners, lyin’ about your life
And when your older, it’s nothin’ but a routine
Screenin’ these hoes like movie stars
I be a monkey on your back bitch until you kick
Player hatin’ lover tell me how do ya feel
I know I seen it before, I see it again
Checkin’ my traps like a dirty rat I was born to mack
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
Been mackin’ fo’ years and ain’t fell of yet
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two
All the fake players peep game from the real
You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
So you can light that weed while I spit this rap
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
Short dog in the house with some player shit
And when your through gettin’ yours then you shake these hoes
Makin’ G’s everyday workin’ blue jeans
Now I’m grown up and I really like to bust nuts
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
I thought you knew, short dog is a player
When you front to the homies how you grind ’em
that short dog habit got you on my dick
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
Young tender saying short would you be my man
I ain’ with no marriage and a weddin’ ring
’Bout a pimp named shorty from the Oakland set
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
’Cause I was fuckin’ ugly hoes back in high schoo’
Tellin’ stories ’bout rags to riches
Can’t act like a mack like playboy sho’
I used to fuck young-ass hoes
’Cause she must be smokin’ and I’m not jokin’
Yeah there’s a lot of fake players out there
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
’Cause I never would fron’ on my folks
You wanna rap well that’s a nice occupation
Talkin’ bad about ant banks, you know what I’m sayin’
Now I fuck top notch bitches
I’m a player and I’m playin’ jus’ the bass
Used to be broke and didn’t have no clothes
But hey ain’t trippin' up
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked