Player for Life - Too Short

Smob to the tip, I feel no guilt

She’s young and she’s fine and she bout to get peeled

I know you heard why, no need to tell

You lookin at a certified P.F.L.

You wanna be like me?

I don’t think you can

Your girlfriend loves you, need to be her man

She never told you how she was a Too $hort fan

She kept it to herself, you wouldn’t understand

I met her at the mall when she was mad at you

She said, gimme a call and I was glad to That night, I gave your girl a ex tab.

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the best sex she ever had

I gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life

It’d be nice to wake up to some little smilin faces

sayin, «Daddy" — instead of bein in wild faces

Smokin fatties, fo’hoes in my Caddy

Each one willin to have me Sometimes you want my life, sometimes I want yours

I’m tryin to find a wife and you tryin to find whores

Which one of us is lookin in the devil’s eyes?

I’d settle down if I could have seven wives

But that’s illegal, and everywhere we go We roll through the town takin every ho And of course, we show no remorse

I’m doin one-twenty with your ho in the Porsche

'Til death do us part, with all yo’heart

It was love — right from the start

But could you do it — would you change yo’life

and get married, stop runnin game every night?

Ex-player with his wife and kids

Lookin happy;

I wonder if he really is I would hate to be committed even though I ain’t wit it Still out in the streets tryin to get it It’s hard for a man with access to one vagina

to be faithful, when she’s so much finer

than his wife — she seen it comin

He fell in love with another woman

I keep comin back to the same thought

Fallin in love’ll throw the game off

You let her get to you, you know you still care

But I was raised by them real players

I try to tell the homies fuck the party

This player lifestyle ain’t for everybody

You gotta make your own choice — it’s yo’life

How would it be without yo’kids, and no wife?

Wakin up with a tramp — you don’t like

Nigga, you better hear what I’m sayin on the mic

You wanna be a pimp, you better go back home

Leave them tramps alone, you know you wrong

You wrong