[Chorus: Too $hort]
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, bitch
(I'm a player, bitch; I'm a player, bitch; I'm a player, bitch)
[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 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
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, bitch
(I'm a player, bitch; I'm a player, bitch; I'm a player, bitch)
[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 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
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