| 歌曲 | I Ain't Play'n |
| 歌手 | Master P |
| 专辑 | Ghetto Bill |
| 作词 : Miller, Twillie | |
| [Intro]Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me? | |
| What fire is that, what house | |
| I'm rollin on? | |
| Do I holla at | |
| Curt, what's | |
| Unc doin?What's up with | |
| Suave? Nigga you dem people {?}[Chorus 4X: Master P] | |
| Snitches stop callin the cops - cause | |
| I ain't playin | |
| Better watch what you say on the block - cause | |
| I ain't playin[Master P] | |
| I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin | |
| Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it | |
| I heard fire did this, and | |
| P.D. they trippin | |
| That's why | |
| I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin | |
| I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats | |
| See I'm a dog motherfucker and | |
| I don't fuck with you cats | |
| Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola | |
| How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller | |
| This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin | |
| Got the feds thinkin | |
| I've got birds in the kitchen | |
| These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga | |
| Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga | |
| It ain't no loyalty, your only family'll set you up | |
| For the right price my nigga they'll wet you up | |
| I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over | |
| How many niggaz gon' visit | |
| C, if he go to | |
| Angola[Chorus][Master P] | |
| Man this music shit political dawg, don't fuck with it | |
| I'd invest in somethin else if | |
| I wasn't already in it | |
| Man most of these niggaz'll just yap they mouth | |
| Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out | |
| Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see | |
| See the rap game is dirty like the | |
| C-P-3Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is real black | |
| Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back | |
| And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga | |
| All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga | |
| And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires | |
| Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies | |
| They say we ignorant and we stereotype | |
| Even seen | |
| Michael Jackson live the criminal life | |
| See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne | |
| Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne[Chorus][Outro] | |
| Heh, he he | |
| If y'all don't know us | |
| Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth | |
| Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me? | |
| Y'all can't beat us then join us |
| zuò cí : Miller, Twillie | |
| Intro Nigga what' chu worryin ' bout whassup with me? | |
| What fire is that, what house | |
| I' m rollin on? | |
| Do I holla at | |
| Curt, what' s | |
| Unc doin? What' s up with | |
| Suave? Nigga you dem people ? Chorus 4X: Master P | |
| Snitches stop callin the cops cause | |
| I ain' t playin | |
| Better watch what you say on the block cause | |
| I ain' t playin Master P | |
| I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin | |
| Like I' m hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it | |
| I heard fire did this, and | |
| P. D. they trippin | |
| That' s why | |
| I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin | |
| I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats | |
| See I' m a dog motherfucker and | |
| I don' t fuck with you cats | |
| Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola | |
| How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller | |
| This shit' s so twisted, it got me trippin | |
| Got the feds thinkin | |
| I' ve got birds in the kitchen | |
| These niggaz' ll throw salt in your name my nigga | |
| Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga | |
| It ain' t no loyalty, your only family' ll set you up | |
| For the right price my nigga they' ll wet you up | |
| I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over | |
| How many niggaz gon' visit | |
| C, if he go to | |
| Angola Chorus Master P | |
| Man this music shit political dawg, don' t fuck with it | |
| I' d invest in somethin else if | |
| I wasn' t already in it | |
| Man most of these niggaz' ll just yap they mouth | |
| Send subliminal messages ' til shit get out | |
| Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see | |
| See the rap game is dirty like the | |
| CP3Most niggaz' ll fear death, these streets is real black | |
| Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back | |
| And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga | |
| All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga | |
| And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires | |
| Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies | |
| They say we ignorant and we stereotype | |
| Even seen | |
| Michael Jackson live the criminal life | |
| See these haters' ll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne | |
| Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne Chorus Outro | |
| Heh, he he | |
| If y' all don' t know us | |
| Y' all better keep our name out y' all motherfuckin mouth | |
| Cause it' s gon' get real ugly after this you feel me? | |
| Y' all can' t beat us then join us |