Lloyd Banks - Playboy Lyrics
"Playboy"(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw pleaseIs y’all ready, is y’all readyFor the main event, DamnLloyd Banks[Verse 1]Guess who’s the man that’s real straight out the land of sinnersThe Range with hella spinners check out the white wristRoll with the damn winners or you and your man’s finishedYou and your Rams fitted turn off the light switchHoldin’ my torch down even when the force ‘roundYou let your wife roll she want a divorce nowYou niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skullyYou’ll never take this from meThe riders and the gangstas with me([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problemSee ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)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 gatorsThey lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave usYou niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitchesEven my momma knows I got all kind of hoesThey wait outside the show stripped after the diner closedI’ll be designer clothes without the winer woesTake off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowlsCome here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closetI never trust a *****, I blame Lorainna BobbitNiggas stay and pocketI know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and creamAnd I ain’t Sara Lee ***** (C’mon)[Chorus]Don’t ice meYou starin’ at the wrong oneThere’s a lot of girls hereGo and get up on one (What)We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all goneIf you ain’t leavin’ here wit usYou gon’ walk home (Whoo)Go somewhere else whereThey know how we rideIf you a playboy, you got one on each sideKeep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride(What)Ride(What)Ride(What)Ride(God Damn Let’s Go)[Verse 2]I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammerI smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t *****in’ wit SantaCuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandmaI figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawnCuz they’ll take you to jail even when you not wrongDog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast meEvery rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fightFree you life in a high school a hundred nightsI 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 familyAll the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican cannyYou niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some picsYou wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)Even my father knows where the revolver goesI bring the beef to ya front door like DominoesAnd my diamonds froze that means my time frozeBe in the club from when it’s poppin’ ‘til the time it close (What)Half of these so-called real niggas’ll probably singNaw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned that from Rodney KingSo tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steelEverything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)[Chorus]Don’t ice meYou starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)There’s a lot of girls hereGo and get up on oneWe at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all goneIf you ain’t leavin’ here wit usYou gon’ walk homeGo somewhere else whereThey know how we rideIf you a playboy, you got one on each sideKeep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef rideEverybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)What, man ***** what he saidMan put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)Ohhhhhhhh([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
