Yo-Yo - Home Girl Don't Play Dat (Ft: Ice Cube)

How to survive in South Central
Rule number one: Don't fuck with a nigga in a Benz-o
It's '92 and shit is getting hectic
So if you get naked stay protected (Yep)
And keep an open eye, for people smoking [?]
Cause that's when you slip and you trip and ah...
Once I knew this girl who dressed like a hooker
'Til some niggers five-deep in the Jeep came and took her
[?]
Don't blink if you wear a [?]
Take it from a sister who knows the street life
Bo knows sports, I take no shorts
A woman gotta do what a woman gotta do
Make one move and they'll gat you
In the back—with a gat
The homegirl don't play that
(Yeah)

(The homegirl don't play that)
Rule number two: get yourself a crew
Cause Yo-Yo rolls with the I.B.W
Mama said never take candy from a stranger
Nine times out of ten they put you in danger
So don't let 'em, if you just met 'em
And he's tryin' to be a pimp and drive a Nissan Sentra
Talkin' that talk, [?]
Fuck it, don't trust 'em, from the biggest to the smallest
Cause chances are he's [?] than a smoker
So don't let a fool [?] cause he smile
His faces come in all different sizes and shapes
A .38 works much better than some mace
Full form [?] so keep it in [?]
Cause only some hoochies let him pop that coochie
Now he's got the most maniacs on the meth
That's why I stay strapped, homegirl don't play that
(Yeah)
(The homegirl don't play that, trick) x4
(Break 'em off)
Don't do it x4

Break it down to the nitty-gritty; the city's shitty (Yep)
A place where they show no pity (Uh!)
Some just won't take no for an answer
[?] disappear faster than [?]
[?] with the purse, you're running like [Hershell?]
Walkin' down the block, you yellin' "Stop!
Somebody call the police, he stole my diamonds and my pearls
A tall dark guy with a curl" Uh
Next-door neighbors, nice people
But they don't want no beef, so they see no evil
Hear no evil. You better go tell a friend
Cause you'll probably never see your Liz Claiborne again
It's off to the slums, the winos and the bums
Dial 9-1-1, wait-wait-wait 'til they come
So if you try to play me out like a toy
You gotta deal with three hundred and fifty-seven homeboys

Don't do it
(The homegirl don't play that, punk)