George Clinton
I’m a Player (Radio Version)
[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
[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
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 2: Too $hort]
All you fake players, peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover, tell me how do you feel
When you're frontin' to the homies how you grindin'
Look for a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend and see her every night
Come around the partners, lyin' 'bout your life
Looked at your watch, it said 6:22
Cut to the house and said, "Baby, I love you"
Can't act like a mack like Playboy $hort
And the rest of the macks in the streets of the O
Comin' up we learned how to break these tramps
And when you're through gettin' yours, then you shake these tramps
And when you're older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's every day, workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before, I see it again
Young tender saying, "$hort, would you be my man"
[Chorus: Bootsy Collins Sample]
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
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

[Instrumental Break]

[Interlude: Ant Banks]
Yeah, it's a lot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'?
But I ain't trippin', though
$hort Dog, what you do about them player haters?

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
Tryna stay away from Kris Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross, 'cause they're really just haters
I thought you knew, $hort Dog is a player
Born to mack and got women everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these ladies like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack, hook you just like crack
I'll be a monkey on your back
Until you kick that $hort Dog habit, got you all on my tip
And even though I can't do it to you every day
It's 'cause I got another girl around the way
We can all get together on a late night
Cut to the house, hook somethin' up real tight
I really don't care
'Cause I'm a player