Hey Didn't your mama tell you? To shut up when grown folks is talking? Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking Yo we don't play that So you need to go in there and play witcha mama Willie D The Gangster of Love is on the go once more I've been solo two in a row Still got a bank full of money Fancy cars, a big crib and tricks on my knob (That's right) But some fool's counting me out I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out Source Magazine dissing my records I go to New York and kick fools back to Texas (Hahaha) And write a song about it they better like Scary little punk probably give a twenty mics I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer You want to play with somebody? Play witcha mama punk! Yeah If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection You better speed on before you get peed on Cube tell 'em Play witcha mama Yeah, wassup Chris? It don't stop It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west And I hold a, pistola, brown as Coca Cola Coming from the shooters With the 1, 2, bang, ping Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing) It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking Keep your mouth shut when grown folks is talking Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids Forever and a day, fool what you say? Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors own brand Suckas mad dumb but they can't fade us (Never) Wishin they could be like me and Willie D Not just a punk, trick silly gee You better take that to your mama (Westside rolling) Fool with the drama? It don't stop What's the name of song? Play witcha mama Willie D, spit that with... I'm going out like a soldier, I tired told ya Homie don't play that So don't make me peteroll you When you see me in the public, don't try to act big Cause I'll split your damn wig Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back Cause I'm down to earth black But if a hook or a hoe try to show off I trunk like cock and bust in their mouth And don't talk about suing me Cause you won't live to see a D-I-M-E Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't made Mad cause I told ya, ain't nothin' shaking Now you want to cause a scene, little rapper Fine, cause like Ice Cube, I down for ever Here's a one brother that don't mind the drama You want to play with somebody? Play witcha mama! Play witcha mama, punk Play witcha mama, trick Play witcha mama, punk Play witcha mama, trick It don't stop 'Til the panties drop That's all she wrote? Yo, yo, that's all she wrote? Hey Willie D, put a comma on this mama My mama, mama yo, my mama fight at this stole My mama drop yo mama to the floor, now get somewhere