playboy

aw man

can i get a raw please

is y'all ready

is y'all ready

for the main event

damn

lloyd banks

guess who's the man this winter straight out the land of sinners

the range with hella spinners check out the white wrist

roll with the damn winners or you and your man's finished

you and your rams fitted turn off the light switch

holdin' my torch down even when the force 'round

you let your wife roll she want a divorce now

you niggas ain't this gully playas'll paint ya skully

you'll never take this from me

the riders and the gangstas with me

god damn)

you shouldn't be a problem i ain't be a problem

see ya later

i read ya head you be a rodman

i know ya type

hoppin all over the beat screamin'

you call it hypin' yaself up i call it street dreamin'

i do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators

they lookin' forward to favors gossip is all they gave us

you niggas wasn't quiet

meet the whales and fishes

you lit the precinct up playin' tattle tale with the snitches

even my momma knows i got all kind of hoes

they wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed

i'll be designer clothes without the winer woes

take off my baby blue mink and carolina bowls

come here

take a look inside a entertainer's closet

i never trust a bitch

i blame lorainna bobbit

niggas stay and pocket

i know you're made at me but shit ain't all peaches and cream

and i ain't sara lee bitch

don't ice me

you starin' at the wrong one

there's a lot of girls here

go and get up on one

we at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone

if you ain't leavin' here wit us

you gon' walk home

go someone else where

they know how we ride

if you a playboy

you got one on each side

keep your mouth closed

we don't let the beef ride

ride

ride

ride

i do this for the hood

niggas stuck in the slammer

i smile cuz i'm good

you act tough for the camera

learn from the hood kids

they ain't fuckin' wit santa

cuz they like tupac more

word to my grandma

i figure i might as well leave here with my glock drawn

cuz they'll take you to jail even when you not wrong

dog your not this flashy

dogs you got to blast me

every rock is classy

nobody on your block can match me

you shouldn't want to fight

unless you wanna fight

for your life in the hospital for hundred nights

i know your type

run behind your girlfriend rushin'

you call it quality time

i call it handcuffin'

i'm on the beach in miami

cellular reachin' my family

all the weekend in panties from puerto rican canny

you niggas wasn't tough

i should've snapped some pics

you wear ya pants tight

play pitty pat wit the chicks

even my father knows where the revolver goes

i bring the beef to ya front door like dominoes

and my diamonds froze that means my time froze

be in the club from when it's poppin' 'til the time it close

half of these so-called real niggas'll probably sing

naw i ain't pullin' over

learned that from rodney king

so tell ya homey chill you know i hold the steel

everything from jabs to hooks and you ain't holyfield

nigga

don't ice me

you starin' at the wrong one

there's a lot of girls here

go and get up on one

we at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone

if you ain't leavin' here wit us

you gon' walk home

go someone else where

they know how we ride

if you a playboy

you got one on each side

keep your mouth closed

we don't let the beef ride

everybody on the left get yo hands up

everybody on the right get yo hands up

everybody up front get yo hands up

and everybody out back get yo hands up

and if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

what

man fuck what he said

man put 'em up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

now put 'em up

ohhhhhhhh

what whoo kid)