Letras:
Willie D Play Witcha Mama

to sleep tonight You should know that I'm a be trying to fuck your mama [Verse 2:] Now you can get mad, ho But you the one had me taking her to play

then a nigga gotta hurt her Bitches die too my recipe for a murder [Willie D] My recipe for a murder is simple Fuck with Will and get one to your temple

We can take this shit to the morgue You got homeboys, we got homeboys [CHORUS x4] Clock em, glock em Drop em, Stop em [Willie D] Don't blame me for

(feat. Sho) [Verse 1: Willie D] As I roll through the motherfucking inner city 27 years and the block still looks shitty The mayor put his picture

the drama You want to play with somebody play witcha mama [Ice Cube] Play witcha mama, punk Play witcha mama, hoe Play witcha mama, punk Play witcha mama, hoe Willie D