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Play Witcha Mama


by Willie D. Buy album CD: Play Witcha Mama


Chorus:
Is it fiction, is it fact?
Is it fake or reality?
All I know for sure
Is my mind's still playing tricks on me

Verse 1:
Here I go again, the same old shit
My mind is still playing tricks
Cause today when I left my residence
I heard we had a new black president
And he wasn't no Uncle Tom
Rudy poof stankin' fetch house nigga scum
And white folks wasn't planning to murder him kid
Cause they voted for him just like the blacks did
And this might sound reckless
But I got a loan on a brand new Lexus in Texas
If I'm lying I'm dying, everybody was color blind
Went to church and I gotta admit
Walked in, didn't see one hypocrite
It appeared every single soul was reached
Cause the pastor practiced what he preached
Then I woke up in a cold sweat homie
My mind's still playing tricks on me

Chorus

Verse 2:
I took a cold shower and I got dressed
It's Christmas so I gotta look my best
Everybody going to my dear house
That's my grandmother, and she the boss
As I drove up in my low
I saw cars on both sides of the road
Then I started saying 'what's up' to relatives
That I hadn't seen in years
Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack
And she gave me one back
She said "there's plenty of food, Willie
Help yourself when you get into the mood"
I marked on the paper
As my man slammed bones on the domino table
The women played cards
And the children were playing in the front yard
It was getting late so I had to break
But yo, not before I ate
And gave grandma a goodbye kiss, nigga
I reached to hug her, but I couldn't feel her
Fell to the ground and I snapped holmes
Looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones
My grandma's name was on plot 11
Now I remember, she died in '87
It wasn't close to Christmas or Halloween
I was at the cemetary having a daydream
And that's real fucked up, homie
My mind's still playing tricks on me

Chorus

Verse 3:
I used to make big money, drive big cars
Everybody know me, the fool who left the Geto Boys
Thought I could be a bigger nigga by going solo
But my record sales said no no
So did concert promoters and magazines
I went back to eating rice and lima beans
No more fancy restaurants
And I hadn't seen the mall in months
Now why would I leave the group
Just when it's starting to blow up, troop
I got tired of being famous, black
When my motherfucking pockets didn't reflect that
I need help before I go left
Cause I'm starting to second guess myself
I know I can't have a nigga fucking me
But I want to get back with the group, gee
Now if you believe that shit, duke
Your mind's playing tricks on you, too

Chorus
Is it real (5x)



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Album: Play Witcha Mama (1994) Lyrics
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  1. Back Door Man
  2. Built For Comfort
  3. Don't You Tell Nobody
  4. Good Understanding
  5. Hoochie Coochie Man
  6. I Ain't Superstitious
  7. I Can't Quit You Baby
  8. I Got A Razor
  9. Move Me
  10. Nervous
  11. Sittin' And Cryin' The Blues
  12. Spoonful
  13. Study War No More
  14. That's All I Want Baby
  15. That's My Baby
  16. The Little Red Rooster
  17. The Same Thing
  18. The Seventh Son
  19. You Shook Me
  20. Youth To You
  21. Recipe 4 A Murder
  22. Is It Real
  23. Is It Real (My Mind Still Playin' Tricks On Me)
  24. Play Witcha Momma
  25. Play Witcha Mama
  26. Rap Rehab
  27. Creepin'
  28. Something Good
  29. They Laphin' Atcha
  30. Throat
  31. Somethin' Good
  32. Guess My Religion
  33. Whatcha Know About That
  34. Doin The Nasty
  35. I Wanna Fuck Your Mama
  36. Smoke'm
  37. Niggas Are Dyin'
  38. U Got Homeboys, We Got Homeboys
  39. I Ain't Changin' Shit

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