You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

Woman won't you come back home My father told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls and then you love them Then you say goodbye I never dreamed that you would leave me But now you're gone, gone gone I never dreamed that I

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men

She said, "I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes You be up to no good and everybody knows My home girls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know But what you got, I need a lot so I can't let you go" She said, "I, can't get enough,

Be my little freak, (yeah) If you fuckin' with me Really fuckin' with me Let her put her hands in your pants Be my little freak You go get some girls and You'll let her put her hands in your pants Bring em to me

I miss my baby Messin' with these LA girls I'm missin' my baby (LA girls) There was Nikki, Nicole, Tiffany, and Heather But there's only room for you in my world But you say that I changed like the east coast weather How the hell did I get caught up?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, you gon' make me turn up on you Treat you like princess Rest in heaven, Diana Piquing my interest She got peak like Montana England breeds proper girls Where are all your good manners? Reply with pleasantries

Wah wah waah, wah wah wah Wah wah wah Wah wah wah, wah wah wah They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around I was standin', I was standin' on the corner Of Rampart and Canal

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see your red door, I want it painted black No colors any more, I want them to turn black I see the line of cars and they're all painted black With

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are those Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips