That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
she likes me she's playin she's playin hard chorus:(repeat 2Xs) she's playin hard to get she just won't admit(she's playin)but she likes me she likes
./ If you could ever think to find some sympathy./ Never ask us to play this song, or that sogn about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie. / Never ask us to play
hearts in the Put your hearts in the air Put your hearts in the Put your hearts in the air Please excuse me if I sound rude Not a typical nine to five
hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying Whats poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin f-ck em five I aint got no time
bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin' I can't see but I hear them callin', ballers ballin' Players playin', haters fightin
ass See, that's how that Chi-Town made me, that's how my daddy raised me That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy
of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin' nowhere We can't be stopped now 'cause it's Bad Boy for life Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets I don't play, I push
't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr.
's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up
ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man Ha ha ha, I
make it hot now I need me a love that's 'gon make my heart stop now And what I need is simple, five foot five with dimples Potential wife credentials
women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five
to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave 'em side to side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye, player
{"Sirius" by Alan Parsons Project plays in the background.. better known to some as "Introducing your Chicago Bulls" music} [P. Diddy] Yeah can you
call, she pick him up, in about an hour Now free to go, free to blow, with the calicoes And the Navajos, it's just the way this player knows anything
Chorus: Let's not think about tomorrow, tonight! Let's take a little time all five, Maybe ... Your work, your bills, I'ma get them all off your mind!