Lyrical Breakdown of Homie Don't Play That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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(Willie D) Don't say I didn't warn ya About playin' them hoe games Like callin' me out on my name Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off And get busted in ya goddamn mouth I won't undetstand how a man can call a man A bitch or a hoe 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 (?) for what Niggas 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 a this *shots* And some a this *shots* Their 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 A lot of suckers got they as kicked Cause hard heads and rankin don't mix But if you 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 nigga gettin killed Fools like to joke when your serious So to kill the bullshit I stopped fuckin wit her, period Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies And greet me wit a (?) 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 swang Cause I'm pretty good with them thangs So call my bluff, do what you like and I'ma make you read these Nikes Wrastlin' 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 nutthin' but a racket Your whole conversation is plastic You say you like my new jacket Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic It's in your voice when we shootin' the shit Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin but a bitch Ain't got no back cause your always frontin' black Man homie don't play that I don't play that Lets take it all the way back Niggas say I'm crazy When I say keep your comments about my lady They say "Your lucky, I wish I had a girl like that" I never smile cause I know where they hearts 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 see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox See we ain't that cool Where you can play wit 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 your just bein' friendly ain't that a bitch You could be my brother, my father, but the fact Is homie don't play that I don't play that Man homie don't play that