[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?
N***as 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 n***a'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 n***a 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]
N***as 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...!)