L. L. Cool J

L. L. Cool J - Jinglin’ Baby lyrics

(feat. Ken Dawg)


Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play

[Verse 1]

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 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, righ


Ain't no reason for the games these hoes play

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

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

Uh, 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

Uh, 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


Ain't no reason for these games these hoes play

It ain't no reason, this ain't the season

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