[Verse 1] Don't say I didn't warn ya about playin' them ho games Like callin' me out on my name Some of y'all are still gonna try to show off And get busted in ya goddamn mouth I won't understand how a man can call a man A bitch or a ho and be playin' In my book that's a no-no Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash, bro Pop you on the butt for what? Niggas done got when they played too much Willie D'll tap a bitch and that's it Anything else is punk shit I'll give you some of this *shots* And some of this *shots* They're just special effects, but you can bet I got something to make them hoes ease up off me, black 'Cause homie don't play that!
[Cuts/scratches] Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh (This is for the homies, for the homies) Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! (You got it)
[Verse 2] A lot of suckers got they ass kicked 'Cause hard heads and rankin' don't mix But if you're gonna cap on each other You gotta know when it's gettin' personal, sucker Instead of eatin' up your homeboys' grill See, that's how a nigga's gettin' killed Fools like to joke when you're serious So to kill the bullshit I stopped tripping with her, period Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies And greet me with a bump, 'cause you don't know me Play with your mother or your father You ain't got no pussy? I don't even wanna be bothered! And you bet' not act like you wanna swing 'Cause I'm pretty good with them thangs So call my bluff, do what you like and I'mma make you read these Nikes Wrestlin' ain't masculine You say you wanna go to war B Instead of tryin' to test me Horse playin' like an adolescent Will get your ass wrapped up like a present Your compliments ain't nuthin' but a racket Your whole conversation is plastic You say you like my new jacket? Jealous motherfucka even sounds sarcastic! It's in your voice when we shootin' the shit Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin but a bitch Ain't got no back, 'cause your always frontin', black Man, homie don't play that!
[Scratches] Pump it up, pump up, pumpin' it up, oooooh... I don't play that! (I don't play that, I don't play that...!) Pump it up, pump up, pumpin' it up, oooooh... Lets take 'em all the way back! Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh (now wait a minute...), uh!
[Verse 3] Niggas say I'm crazy When I say: keep your comments about my lady They say "You're lucky, I wish I had a girl like that" I never smile, 'cause I know where their heart is at All in front of my girl, sayin' how pretty she looks Game recognized, I wrote the book "Got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother" You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her! Still waters run deep, man And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend Call your crib when they know you ain't home Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone Snake in the grass, I see him comin From a mile away I start gunnin' And everytime one drops You can get a card wit they face on it in the mailbox See, we ain't that cool Where you can play with my girl and try to get a free feel, fool Or conversate wit us alone Then I have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on With that idle chatter You say you're just bein' friendly? Ain't that a bitch! You used to be my brother, I'm a father, but the fact Is homie don't play that
[Scratches] Pump it up, pump up, pumpin' it up, oooooh... I don't play that! (I don't play that, I don't play that...!) Pump it up, pump up, pumpin' it up, oooooh... Man, homie don't play that! (Man, homie don't play that...!)
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‘Homie Don’t Play That’ by the Geto Boys. From the 1991 album, ‘We Can’t Be Stopped’, released on Rap-A-Lot Records. Willie D from the Geto Boys points out to an unnamed subject that his street etiquette and ignorant actions are due for a review. The first verse from song was performed acapella style on Yo! MTV Raps, in 1991.
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