"AIN'T NO REASON"
KEN DAWG

Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play.

Nigga, it's the year for playa haters will be exposed--these niggas fallin' off going out for these hoes.  Trick tellin' you what the fuck she gonna do.  I keep on tryin' to tell you these hoes got game to.  So where's your mack hand?  Wanna be mack man?  Turn around, slap that bitch with a backhand.  Damn, now your girl got ya cuffed on your way gone.  Prepare to do about thirty days strong.  See that homeboy, I told ya, gotta be a soldier, fuckin' with Cleveland, yeah, here to fold ya.  Nigga, I'm for real about this shit that I spit.  Off this Hen and drove my mind, always stay lit.  Now what's happenin'?  Cleveland in this bitch for real.  I'm tryin' to look out for my dogs, 'cause these hoes can kill.  Trick, how you do yours behind close doors, 'cause a ['cause a, 'cause a] nigga know about you on the down-low?  I'm the player type, I lay it right off the jump.  Puttin' some shit in your trunk that's gon' bump.  But, broad, I really can't blame you, playas will learn, these hoes got game, too, right.

Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play.

Now, I done seen these hoes come in all shapes and sizes:  fake to wise.  Ho, don't mistake the height.  Yeah, you got a downfall in someway or another, tryin' to take out the next young brother.  Lover of this man, greed, indeed, sayin' you love to fuck, and smoke all his weed.  Hey, that's the way life goes for these hoes.  Playa, the next thing to stay up on your toes, 'cause a, like I told ya, these hoes got game, runnin' down a line of niggas like an Amtrak train.  Can't explain why.  I'm too busy high.  Herb got my mind, seein' that I'm passin' 'em by.  Mission Impossible, 'cause these hoes simply incapable, goin' for the cash, and dash first chance available.  Bitch, really understand me, Ken D-A-W-G from the L-A-N-D, and I got game to come back on you twice as nice, verbally hittin' your dome like it was a fight.  Can't let me get all caught up in some shit.  I let you know off the riff that I ain't havin' it, you hoes got game.  

Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play.  

I wonder, was this a setup, 'cause I know these nigga playa hatin'?  You said there was money involved, waiting, huh.  So now I come and see what it is, I handle my biz, 'cause I gotta kid.
And a, soon as leave out the door, I hear some shit.  I didn't pay it no mind, 'til I heard a click.  What the fuck?  These niggas tryin' to rob.  Undercover setup bitch behind a job.  Unh, had a nigga thinkin' it was about paper [damn], bitch, but this bitch was really on her caper.  Now, I gotta wet up this bitch, hope in the meantime, this ho get hit.  Damn, ain't no reason for the games that you play.  Don't wanna die today, but that's the price to pay.  Unh, next time I pass up on that cash, next time, I pass up on that ass.  Bitch, tried to get me straight got.  Ain't no reason for the shots, you done peep the plot.  When the law come, I can't explain, 'cause I'm gonna let you know that you hoes got game, right.  [Yeah, yeah.]

Ain't no reason for these games these hoes play.
[It ain't no reason.  This ain't the season.]

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