Play Your Part, Part 1

play your part
sweet jones
my bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
money on the dresser, drive a compressor
top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
she be cross country givin all that she got
a thousand a pop, I'm pullin Bentleys off the lot

I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

pump that shit up (repeat)

now walk it out (repeat x8)
now west side walk it out 
south side walk it out 
east side walk it out  
north side walk it out 

now hit da dance floor 
and bend ya back low 
she do it wit no hands 
now stop pop and roll 
I'm smokin bubba hoe
yea dey in trouble hoe
I like da way she move 
an undercover hoe

it's on once again 
patron once again 
I threw my head back 
then I froze like da wind 
west side walk it out 
south side walk it out 
east side walk it out 
north side walk it out

hey (repeat) 
flip (repeat) 

we're not gonna take it
you can show me how
no, uh uh, no way, you can show me how

no, we aint gonna take it
you can show me how
no, uh uh, no way, you can show me how

we're not gonna take it, anymore
you can show me how
you can show me how
uh uh, no way, you can show me how

yeah (repeat)

ok, we poppin champagne like we won a championship game, 
look like I got on a championship ring, 
'cause I ball hard, 
no bitch we ball harder, 
I am the Birdman, 
and I'm the J-R-uh,

bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
what you know about that? what you know about that?

bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
what you know about that? I know all about that.

bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
can't see you lil nigga, the money in the way
and I'm,  I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blades
if you ain't gone ride fly than you might as well hate
shit I gotta eat yeah, even though I ate
and though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake
shit believe that, if ya mans wanna play
Imma fuck around and put that boy brains on the plate.

pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'em lay
where I'm from we see a fucking dead body everyday
that's, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em
ya bitch on my pipe, and she like a crack addict
and she saw me cooking eggs she thought I was back at it
I grab the keys, hoe I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loc's

`cause nothing compares
what you know about that?
nothing compares to
what you know about that?

I was gettin some head
gettin gettin some head
I was gettin some head
gettin gettin some head

nothing compares
what you know about that?
nothing compares to
I know all about that.
I was gettin some head
gettin gettin some head
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl

I was gettin gettin gettin gettin

Gettin gettin gettin getting (repeat)