[repeat 3X]
Gotta be a player for life, gotta be a player for life
(That's right) Gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life

[Too Short]
Smob to the tip, I feel no guilt
She's young and she's fine and she bout to get peeled
I know you heard why, no need to tell
You looking at a certified P.F.L.
You want to be like me? I don't think you can
Your girlfriend loves you, need to be her man
She never told you how she was a Too Short fan
She kept it to herself, you wouldn't understand
I met her at the mall when she was mad at you
She said, gimme a call and I was glad to
That night, I gave your girl a ex tab
The best sex she ever had

[Chorus: x2]
I gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life

[Too Short]
It'd be nice to wake up to some little smiling faces
Saying, "Daddy" instead of being in wild faces
Smoking fatties, four hoes in my Caddy
Each one willing to have me
Sometimes you want my life, sometimes I want yours
I'm trying to find a wife and you trying to find whores
Which one of us is looking in the devil's eyes?
I'd settle down if I could have seven wives
But that's illegal, and everywhere we go
We roll through the town taking every ho
And of course, we show no remorse
I'm doing one-twenty with your ho in the Porsche

[Chorus: x2]

[Too Short]
Till death do us part, with all your heart
It was love, right from the start
But could you do it, would you change yo' life
And get married, stop running game every night?
Ex-player with his wife and kids
Looking happy, I wonder if he really is
I would hate to be committed even though I ain't wit it
Still out in the streets trying to get it
It's hard for a man with access to one vagina
To be faithful, when she's so much finer
Than his wife, she seen it coming
He fell in love with another woman

[Chorus]

[Too Short]
I keep coming back to the same thought
Falling in love'll throw the game off
You let her get to you, you know you still care
But I was raised by them real players
I try to tell the homies fuck the party
This player lifestyle ain't for everybody
You gotta make your own choice, it's yo' life
How would it be without yo' kids, and no wife?
Waking up with a tramp, you don't like
Nigga, you better hear what I'm saying on the mic
You want to be a pimp, you better go back home
Leave them tramps alone, you know you wrong
You wrong

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : L. BLACKMON, T. SHAW, S. JORDAN, X. HARGROVE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z TUNES , UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS