- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Tarik Trotter
 - Jacquelyn Wright
 - Scott Storch
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 - Soul
 
- Tags:
 - funk
 - hiphop
 - neo soul
 
- See also:
 
Jaguar Wright - Ain't Nobody Playin' lyrics
Two months prior you said you had a dire emergency
 It was 1:30, my face was all dirty trying to get some sleep
 Head still whirling, throw on my shearing leave my man home
 Two dots yes I'm coming, yes my car is running, hang up my cell phone
 By the time I arrived you was deep about five like you had beef
 And then you tried to step and told me that I slept like you was cock deez
 It was all about some niggaz that you thought was jigga
 Who was digging me and I told you after that day we ain't cool baby, so
 Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
 Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door
 I was trying to be nice for your own advice
 Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
 I was kinda thrown head was kinda blown but I'm not blue
 Lost a couple friends once or twice before, I'm still cool
 Then you tried to flex like you were the next bitch who you trying to fool
 You just another girl from the avenue who graduated school
 Now you wanna be down after you tried to clown me baby doll
 But ain't no future in fronting and frontiers
 Don't hang around with me at all
 And now I make my music got me some new dick and I'm doing fine
 And I'm still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind
 Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
 Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door
 I was trying to be nice for your own advice
 Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
 Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
 Thought I told you before, don't you come knockin' on my door
 I was trying to be nice for your own advice
 Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
 Jaguar Wright - Ain't Nobody Playin' - http://motolyrics.com/jaguar-wright/aint-nobody-playin-lyrics.html
 Yo, I'm ringing the phone two in the a.m. rudely awaken
 Dreaming deep concentration hazy
 She really couldn't peep what they was saying
 At first all I know was Jag really wasn't playing at all
 She left calming to speak to the John
 Got the Jaguar double parked, blinkers is on
 Head pulled back sneakers is on
 Yo I don't know what sis told her
 But she bout' to get a beatin' performed
 She grabbing all up on her shirt tugging on her slacks
 Jag tried to go in the grill I had to hold her back
 Cool her out try to tell her to chill, lower the thermostat
 You a star no need for you to stoop as low as that boy
 Scrapping over men is best avoided
 And a real lady would never confess to doing it
 She said I'm ganstar don't let the dress confuse you
 The only things sweet is the music, it's really not a game
 Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
 Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door
 I was trying to be nice for your own advice
 Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out
 Whatcha think this a game
 Thought I told you before
 I was trying to be nice
 Ooh girl you don' did it now
 Really, really, really did it now watch out, watch out
 Watch out, watch out
 Watch out, watch out
 Watch out, watch out

















