歌曲 | I'm Not A Player - Explicit Version |
歌手 | Big Pun |
专辑 | Capital Punishment (Explicit Version) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gambel, Hutt | |
Yo, I ain't a player, I just **** alot | |
Jump on top of my dick and work them hips | |
Until I bust a shot | |
It doesn't stop, I'm only beginning | |
I'm boning your women, while you home all alone | |
I'm going up in 'em | |
Sending them back to you, mad at you | |
Don't catch a motha' ****in' attitude, I'm just showing you | |
How this rapper do | |
Capital Punishment, when I'm up in there | |
Suckin' it, bustin' it out, nice blouse | |
Let me unbutton it | |
You ****in' wit King Papi Chulo | |
And knockin' culo, poppin' mooners out the socket | |
Tryin' to ride wit the sumo | |
You know my rhymes is high | |
Word I be thrillin' 'em bitch be tryin' to ride | |
But the curb be killin' 'em | |
Fillin' 'em with the gas | |
My G's premium unleaded, come get it, first work the tongue | |
Then let the Pun hit it | |
Split it in half | |
Watch the gatt, baby take a bath, be good, I might put away the wood | |
And give you the mustache | |
1 - I ain't a player, I just **** alot | |
I'm not a player, I just **** alot | |
I ain't a player, I just **** alot | |
I'm not a player, I just **** alot | |
I bang a stranger | |
In my torture chamber, feed the loca chocha pinga | |
While I force my finga whre my bolas lingah | |
I bring the pain like Method | |
When I flex I flip the coochie, Puerto Rican to the core | |
And no Boricuas eat the pussy | |
Excuse me for being blunt | |
But I been eating cunts, since pimps is pushing | |
Pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps | |
Bumpin' and grindin' | |
Simultaneously want it, climbing up the walls | |
With my balls bangin' off your hymen | |
I'm a diamond in the rough | |
Bustin' in your face, taste the sweetness of my dick | |
Rip your fetus out of place, yo | |
Bitches already know the repertoore | |
Step in my car, lets start the menage-a-trois | |
Like Escobar | |
By far,I'm the best at all sex positions | |
Forget the kissin', I'm skippin' the tongue twistin' | |
See, that's tradition | |
Repeat 1 | |
Some chick in back of me | |
Bought me a daiquiri, told me meet her in back of Zachary's | |
Cuz she heard I was packin' meat | |
I bagged the freak | |
And hit the tele, got the phillies, lifted the belly | |
And put it in her mouth like Akinyele | |
Far from ugly | |
But they used to say I'm too chubby, but since the money | |
The honies got nuthin' but love for me | |
So rub my tummy and make a wish | |
I'll make you rich, take your kids to the flicks | |
Come back and fix your favorite dish | |
Crazy bitch | |
I ain't with that, I'mma hit that, split back to the shack | |
Where my other chick's at | |
Now can you dig that | |
I'm the Mack doin' my thing, pulling your strings | |
Making you feel like you in a dream | |
It's the king of the hip-hop quotables | |
Giving you multiples, just by the tone | |
Of my voice and the vocables | |
I notice you doin' your thing | |
With your crew, is it aight if I come down there | |
And sing to you | |
Repeat 1 |
zuo ci : Gambel, Hutt | |
Yo, I ain' t a player, I just alot | |
Jump on top of my dick and work them hips | |
Until I bust a shot | |
It doesn' t stop, I' m only beginning | |
I' m boning your women, while you home all alone | |
I' m going up in ' em | |
Sending them back to you, mad at you | |
Don' t catch a motha' in' attitude, I' m just showing you | |
How this rapper do | |
Capital Punishment, when I' m up in there | |
Suckin' it, bustin' it out, nice blouse | |
Let me unbutton it | |
You in' wit King Papi Chulo | |
And knockin' culo, poppin' mooners out the socket | |
Tryin' to ride wit the sumo | |
You know my rhymes is high | |
Word I be thrillin' ' em bitch be tryin' to ride | |
But the curb be killin' ' em | |
Fillin' ' em with the gas | |
My G' s premium unleaded, come get it, first work the tongue | |
Then let the Pun hit it | |
Split it in half | |
Watch the gatt, baby take a bath, be good, I might put away the wood | |
And give you the mustache | |
1 I ain' t a player, I just alot | |
I' m not a player, I just alot | |
I ain' t a player, I just alot | |
I' m not a player, I just alot | |
I bang a stranger | |
In my torture chamber, feed the loca chocha pinga | |
While I force my finga whre my bolas lingah | |
I bring the pain like Method | |
When I flex I flip the coochie, Puerto Rican to the core | |
And no Boricuas eat the pussy | |
Excuse me for being blunt | |
But I been eating cunts, since pimps is pushing | |
Pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps | |
Bumpin' and grindin' | |
Simultaneously want it, climbing up the walls | |
With my balls bangin' off your hymen | |
I' m a diamond in the rough | |
Bustin' in your face, taste the sweetness of my dick | |
Rip your fetus out of place, yo | |
Bitches already know the repertoore | |
Step in my car, lets start the menageatrois | |
Like Escobar | |
By far, I' m the best at all sex positions | |
Forget the kissin', I' m skippin' the tongue twistin' | |
See, that' s tradition | |
Repeat 1 | |
Some chick in back of me | |
Bought me a daiquiri, told me meet her in back of Zachary' s | |
Cuz she heard I was packin' meat | |
I bagged the freak | |
And hit the tele, got the phillies, lifted the belly | |
And put it in her mouth like Akinyele | |
Far from ugly | |
But they used to say I' m too chubby, but since the money | |
The honies got nuthin' but love for me | |
So rub my tummy and make a wish | |
I' ll make you rich, take your kids to the flicks | |
Come back and fix your favorite dish | |
Crazy bitch | |
I ain' t with that, I' mma hit that, split back to the shack | |
Where my other chick' s at | |
Now can you dig that | |
I' m the Mack doin' my thing, pulling your strings | |
Making you feel like you in a dream | |
It' s the king of the hiphop quotables | |
Giving you multiples, just by the tone | |
Of my voice and the vocables | |
I notice you doin' your thing | |
With your crew, is it aight if I come down there | |
And sing to you | |
Repeat 1 |
zuò cí : Gambel, Hutt | |
Yo, I ain' t a player, I just alot | |
Jump on top of my dick and work them hips | |
Until I bust a shot | |
It doesn' t stop, I' m only beginning | |
I' m boning your women, while you home all alone | |
I' m going up in ' em | |
Sending them back to you, mad at you | |
Don' t catch a motha' in' attitude, I' m just showing you | |
How this rapper do | |
Capital Punishment, when I' m up in there | |
Suckin' it, bustin' it out, nice blouse | |
Let me unbutton it | |
You in' wit King Papi Chulo | |
And knockin' culo, poppin' mooners out the socket | |
Tryin' to ride wit the sumo | |
You know my rhymes is high | |
Word I be thrillin' ' em bitch be tryin' to ride | |
But the curb be killin' ' em | |
Fillin' ' em with the gas | |
My G' s premium unleaded, come get it, first work the tongue | |
Then let the Pun hit it | |
Split it in half | |
Watch the gatt, baby take a bath, be good, I might put away the wood | |
And give you the mustache | |
1 I ain' t a player, I just alot | |
I' m not a player, I just alot | |
I ain' t a player, I just alot | |
I' m not a player, I just alot | |
I bang a stranger | |
In my torture chamber, feed the loca chocha pinga | |
While I force my finga whre my bolas lingah | |
I bring the pain like Method | |
When I flex I flip the coochie, Puerto Rican to the core | |
And no Boricuas eat the pussy | |
Excuse me for being blunt | |
But I been eating cunts, since pimps is pushing | |
Pink Caddies with the fish tank pumps | |
Bumpin' and grindin' | |
Simultaneously want it, climbing up the walls | |
With my balls bangin' off your hymen | |
I' m a diamond in the rough | |
Bustin' in your face, taste the sweetness of my dick | |
Rip your fetus out of place, yo | |
Bitches already know the repertoore | |
Step in my car, lets start the menageatrois | |
Like Escobar | |
By far, I' m the best at all sex positions | |
Forget the kissin', I' m skippin' the tongue twistin' | |
See, that' s tradition | |
Repeat 1 | |
Some chick in back of me | |
Bought me a daiquiri, told me meet her in back of Zachary' s | |
Cuz she heard I was packin' meat | |
I bagged the freak | |
And hit the tele, got the phillies, lifted the belly | |
And put it in her mouth like Akinyele | |
Far from ugly | |
But they used to say I' m too chubby, but since the money | |
The honies got nuthin' but love for me | |
So rub my tummy and make a wish | |
I' ll make you rich, take your kids to the flicks | |
Come back and fix your favorite dish | |
Crazy bitch | |
I ain' t with that, I' mma hit that, split back to the shack | |
Where my other chick' s at | |
Now can you dig that | |
I' m the Mack doin' my thing, pulling your strings | |
Making you feel like you in a dream | |
It' s the king of the hiphop quotables | |
Giving you multiples, just by the tone | |
Of my voice and the vocables | |
I notice you doin' your thing | |
With your crew, is it aight if I come down there | |
And sing to you | |
Repeat 1 |