Lyrics:

[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]

You see I made up my mind when I was 17
I ain't with no marriage a weddin' ring
I be a player for life. So where's my wife?
Probably at the rehab stuck at the pipe
'cause she must be smokin' I'm not jokin'
Too $hort baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
Bitches Ain't Shit now I made my point
So you can light that weed
While I spit this rap
tell you about a player from way back
I was only 14 when I first got my dick sucked
Now I'm grown up I really like to bust nuts
Gittin' freaky in the right situations.
You wanna rap? Well that's a nice occupation
To get pussy when you want 'n' how you want it fool'
'cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high school'
I used to fuck young ass hoes
Used to be broke didn't have no clothes
Now I fuck top notch bitches
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches
About a pimp named $horty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' for years 'n' ain't fell of yet
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy
Throw a peace sign say "Hey pimp daddy!"
'cause I never would front' on my folks
I slow down let the gold diggers count my spokes
Bitches come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin
Your 2 sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
$hort Dog in the house with some player shit...

[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]

All the fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover tell me how do you feel
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got 1 girlfriend you see her every night
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life
Looked at your watch it said 6:22
Cut to the house said "Baby I love you"
Can't act like a mack like playboy $ho'
an' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch!
Comin' up we learn how to "BREAK" these hoes
when your through gettin' yours then you shake these hoes
when your older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before
I see it again
Young tender sayin' "$hort would you be my man...?"

[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]

Yeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks. You know what I'm sayin'?
But "I" ain't trippin' up.
$hort Dog. What you do about them player haters?

Try 'n' stay away from Kriss Kross imitators
Put you in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters
I thought you knew, $hort Dog is a player
Born to mack 'n' got bitches everywhere
I ride around town in my clean ass cars
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch
Until you kick that $hort Dog habit got you all on my dick
even though I can't fuck you every day
"IT'S" 'cause I got another bitch 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...

[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]
[I'm A Player I'm playin' jus' "TO PLAY"]