Home Girl Don’t Play Dat

Lyrics

[Verse 1] How to survive in South Central Rule number one: Don't f*** with a nigga in a Benz-o It's '92 and **** is getting hectic So if you get naked stay protected (Yep) And keep an open eye, for people smoking high Cause that's when you slip and you trip and ah... Once I knew this girl who dressed like a hooker 'Til sum niggas five-deep in a Jeep came and took her (Come here) So I can play the tricky them beanies and the clickies Don't blink if you wear a fat link, damn skippy Take it from a sister who knows the street life Bo knows sports, I take no shorts A woman gotta do what a woman gotta do Make one move and they'll gat you In the back—with a gat The homegirl don't play that! (Yeah) [Hook] (Samples) The homegirl don't play that [Verse 2] Rule number two: get yourself a crew Cause Yo-Yo rolls with the I.B.W Mama said never take candy from a stranger Nine times out of ten they put you in danger So don't let 'em, if you just met 'em And he's tryin' to be a pimp and drive a Nissan Sentra Talkin' that talk, drive his own car and... Fuck it, don't trust 'em, from the biggest to the smallest Cause chances are he's bolder than a smoker So don't let a fool honey child cause he smile His faces come in all different sizes and shapes A .38 works much better than some mace Foreign macaroni tony keep it in your coochie Cause only some hoochies let him pop that coochie Now he's got the most maniacs on the meth That's why I stay strapped, homegirl don't play that (Yeah) [Hook] The homegirl don't play that, trick The homegirl don't play that, trick The homegirl don't play that, trick The homegirl don't play that, trick (Break 'em off) (Don't do it) (Don't do it) (Don't do it) (Don't do it) [Verse 3] Break it down to the nitty-gritty; the city's shitty (Yep) A place where they show no pity (Uh!) Some just won't take no for an answer Snatch and disappear faster than casper (See ya!) Going with the purse, you're running like [Hershell?] Walkin' down the block, you yellin' "Stop! Somebody call the police, he stole my diamonds and my pearls A tall dark guy with a curl" Uh Next-door neighbors, nice people But they don't want no beef, so they see no evil Hear no evil, you better go tell a friend Cause you'll probably never see your Liz Claiborne again It's off to the slums, the winos and the bums Dial 9-1-1, wait-wait-wait 'til they come So if you try to play me out like a toy You gotta deal with three hundred and fifty-seven homeboys [Hook] (Don't do it) The homegirl don't play that, punk The homegirl don't play that, punk The homegirl don't play that, punk