I’m a Player (Radio Version) Too $hort

[Chorus: Bootsy Collins]
And we sure like to play
I'm a player, and I'm playing just to play
And we sure do like to play
I'm a player, and I'm playing just to play

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
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 $hort, 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 a 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
When I was sevеn, I used to run the young girls game
Now I'm twеnty-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, 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 $horty 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
$hort Dog in the house and it's a player's life