Lirik Lagu Playboy - Lloyd Banks
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(intro - dj whoo kid)aw man, can i get a raw pleaseya'll ready, for the main event...DAMN, LLOYD, BANKS
(verse 1 - lloyd banks)guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinnersthe ranger's tan wit spinners, check out the white wheelsroll wit the damn winners, or u and ur man's finishedu and ur rams' fitteds, turn off the light switchholdin my torch down, even when the force 'roundu let ur wife roam, she want a divorce nowu niggas aint this gully, playin 2 paint ya skullyu'll never take this from me, the riders and all the gangstas from meu shouldnt be a problem, i aint be a problemsee ya later i read ur head, u be a rodmani know ur type, hoppin all over the beach screamin'u call it hypin' urself up, i call it street dreamin'i do it for all of the haters, the playas roll wit the gatorsthey lookin' foward 2 favors, gossip is all they gave usu niggas wasnt quiet, meet the whales and the fishesu lit the precinct up, playin tattle-tail wit the snitcheseven my momma knows, i got all kinda hoesthey wait outside the shows, stripped after the diner closeout their designer clothes, witout the winer rulestake off my baby blue mink, and carolina bootscome here, take a look inside an entertainer's closeti never trust a bitch, i blame lorainna bobbitniggas stay and pocket, i know u mad at mebut shit aint peaches n' cream, and i aint sarah lee bitch
(chorus - lloyd banks)dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong onetheres alot of girls here, go and get up on onewe at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all goneif u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home'cuz someone else will, they know how we rideif u a playboy, u got one on each sidekeep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
ride...ride...rideDAMN, LET'S GO
(verse 2 - lloyd banks)i do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammeri smile 'cuz im good, u act tough for the camerawhere im from the little kids, they fuckin wit santacuz they like tupac more, word?, word 2 my grandmai figure i might as well leave here wit my glock drawn'cuz they'll take u 2 jail even when ur not wrongdawg ur not this flashy, but u got 2 blast meevery rock is classy, nobody on ur block can match meu shoudlnt want a fight, unless u wanna fightfor ur life in a hospital 100 nightsi know ur type, run behind ur girlfriend rushin'u call it quality time, i call it handcuffin'im on the beach of miami, cellular reachin' my familyall weekend wit panties, from puerto rican candyu niggas wasnt tough, i shoulda snapped some flicksu wore ur pants tight, play pitty-pat wit the chickseven my father knows, where the revolver goesi bring the beef 2 ur front door like dominoesand my diamonds froze, that means my time frozewe in the club from when its poppin', till when the time its closedhalf of these so-called real niggas can hardly singnaw i aint pullin' over, learnt that from rodney kingso tell ur homey chill, u know i hold it stilleverything aint jabs and hooks, and u aint holyfield nigga
(chorus - lloyd banks)dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong onetheres alot of girls here, go and get up on onewe at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all goneif u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home'cuz someone else will, they know how we rideif u a playboy, u got one on each sidekeep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
(outro - lloyd banks)everybody on the left get ur hands upeverybody on the right get ur hands upeverybody up front get ur hands upand everybody out back get ur hands upand if u in here wit a strap get ur hands up
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
wut? man fuck wut he said
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
(verse 1 - lloyd banks)guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinnersthe ranger's tan wit spinners, check out the white wheelsroll wit the damn winners, or u and ur man's finishedu and ur rams' fitteds, turn off the light switchholdin my torch down, even when the force 'roundu let ur wife roam, she want a divorce nowu niggas aint this gully, playin 2 paint ya skullyu'll never take this from me, the riders and all the gangstas from meu shouldnt be a problem, i aint be a problemsee ya later i read ur head, u be a rodmani know ur type, hoppin all over the beach screamin'u call it hypin' urself up, i call it street dreamin'i do it for all of the haters, the playas roll wit the gatorsthey lookin' foward 2 favors, gossip is all they gave usu niggas wasnt quiet, meet the whales and the fishesu lit the precinct up, playin tattle-tail wit the snitcheseven my momma knows, i got all kinda hoesthey wait outside the shows, stripped after the diner closeout their designer clothes, witout the winer rulestake off my baby blue mink, and carolina bootscome here, take a look inside an entertainer's closeti never trust a bitch, i blame lorainna bobbitniggas stay and pocket, i know u mad at mebut shit aint peaches n' cream, and i aint sarah lee bitch
(chorus - lloyd banks)dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong onetheres alot of girls here, go and get up on onewe at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all goneif u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home'cuz someone else will, they know how we rideif u a playboy, u got one on each sidekeep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
ride...ride...rideDAMN, LET'S GO
(verse 2 - lloyd banks)i do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammeri smile 'cuz im good, u act tough for the camerawhere im from the little kids, they fuckin wit santacuz they like tupac more, word?, word 2 my grandmai figure i might as well leave here wit my glock drawn'cuz they'll take u 2 jail even when ur not wrongdawg ur not this flashy, but u got 2 blast meevery rock is classy, nobody on ur block can match meu shoudlnt want a fight, unless u wanna fightfor ur life in a hospital 100 nightsi know ur type, run behind ur girlfriend rushin'u call it quality time, i call it handcuffin'im on the beach of miami, cellular reachin' my familyall weekend wit panties, from puerto rican candyu niggas wasnt tough, i shoulda snapped some flicksu wore ur pants tight, play pitty-pat wit the chickseven my father knows, where the revolver goesi bring the beef 2 ur front door like dominoesand my diamonds froze, that means my time frozewe in the club from when its poppin', till when the time its closedhalf of these so-called real niggas can hardly singnaw i aint pullin' over, learnt that from rodney kingso tell ur homey chill, u know i hold it stilleverything aint jabs and hooks, and u aint holyfield nigga
(chorus - lloyd banks)dont ice me, u starin' at the wrong onetheres alot of girls here, go and get up on onewe at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all goneif u aint leavin' here wit us, u can walk home'cuz someone else will, they know how we rideif u a playboy, u got one on each sidekeep ur mouth closed, we dont let the beef ride
(outro - lloyd banks)everybody on the left get ur hands upeverybody on the right get ur hands upeverybody up front get ur hands upand everybody out back get ur hands upand if u in here wit a strap get ur hands up
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
wut? man fuck wut he said
NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
