Released: November 18, 2003
Songwriter: Biz Markie
Producer: Kev Brown
[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
.. games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games
[Verse 1]
Hi there good lookin', pretty sweet thang
I really want to put you under my wing
But every time I try you give me a hard time
Like I'm a murderer, or committing a crime
I try to do everything right for you
You're always givin' me excuses, makin' me blue
When I met you at Cancun, at Fiesta Americana
You lookin' tasty like strawberries and banana
I asked you your name you said "Lee-Lee from San Fran"
She said, "I have friends but I don't got a man"
I said, "Really?! As good as you look?
Lookin' like somethin' out a Playboy book?"
I thought I struck gold, ching-ching, the jackpot
Just the thought of you it be makin' me hot
When I step to you, you act funny style
You need to marinate on this for a while
[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
[Verse 2]
Now let me tell you like this, baby doll
I never guessed you would act off the wall
Give me a chance for a little romance
We can dance and dine in Jamaica or France
Somethin' in the way you make me feel
I like your personality and your sex appeal
But it's all hard, not bein with you
You're playin' hard to get like catch 22
Some people got time to play them games
But I don't, so don't call me no names
Like all I want is sex and take you no places
And, why you always up in girls face?
You know, I'm the B-I-Z, this is my job
Fans nibble on me like corn on the cob
Let me tell you somethin', my word is bond
Like "Bonita Applebum," you gotta put me on
[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
[Verse 3]
If I didn't feel you, I wouldn't send you roses
Jewelry, furs, and designer clotheses
You know you got me, that's why you do what you do
Stressin' and depressin', me and my crew
You know it's got to be real like Cheryl
Or you wouldn't be askin for an encore again
I know you like me
So you might as well do the right thing like Spike Lee
Because I love you more than human eyes can see
'Cause you got what I need, "Oh baby!"
I don't know why you give me real rough times
'Cause you're the one that rings my chimes
You bring me joy like Mary J
I wanna do the same thing to you every day
So stop playin' your games like Barry White
You know, you know, you know! AIIIGHT?
[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
.. games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Oh, games
[Verse 1]
Hi there good lookin', pretty sweet thang
I really want to put you under my wing
But every time I try you give me a hard time
Like I'm a murderer, or committing a crime
I try to do everything right for you
You're always givin' me excuses, makin' me blue
When I met you at Cancun, at Fiesta Americana
You lookin' tasty like strawberries and banana
I asked you your name you said "Lee-Lee from San Fran"
She said, "I have friends but I don't got a man"
I said, "Really?! As good as you look?
Lookin' like somethin' out a Playboy book?"
I thought I struck gold, ching-ching, the jackpot
Just the thought of you it be makin' me hot
When I step to you, you act funny style
You need to marinate on this for a while
[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
[Verse 2]
Now let me tell you like this, baby doll
I never guessed you would act off the wall
Give me a chance for a little romance
We can dance and dine in Jamaica or France
Somethin' in the way you make me feel
I like your personality and your sex appeal
But it's all hard, not bein with you
You're playin' hard to get like catch 22
Some people got time to play them games
But I don't, so don't call me no names
Like all I want is sex and take you no places
And, why you always up in girls face?
You know, I'm the B-I-Z, this is my job
Fans nibble on me like corn on the cob
Let me tell you somethin', my word is bond
Like "Bonita Applebum," you gotta put me on
[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
[Verse 3]
If I didn't feel you, I wouldn't send you roses
Jewelry, furs, and designer clotheses
You know you got me, that's why you do what you do
Stressin' and depressin', me and my crew
You know it's got to be real like Cheryl
Or you wouldn't be askin for an encore again
I know you like me
So you might as well do the right thing like Spike Lee
Because I love you more than human eyes can see
'Cause you got what I need, "Oh baby!"
I don't know why you give me real rough times
'Cause you're the one that rings my chimes
You bring me joy like Mary J
I wanna do the same thing to you every day
So stop playin' your games like Barry White
You know, you know, you know! AIIIGHT?
[Chorus]
Games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel
Ohh games, you don't have to play, games with me girl
You, know, how, I feel - ohh
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