Playboy Lyrics - Dj Whoo Kid

Aw man, can I get a raw beat? 

Y'all ready, y'all ready 

For the main man 

The Lloyd Banks 

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

The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors 

Blow with the damn winners, while you and your man's finished 

Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your light switch 

Holdin' my torch down, even when the force 'round 

You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now 

You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully 

You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me 

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You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem 

See you later I read your head, you be a Robin 

I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin' 

You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin' 

I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the 'gators 

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

You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes 

You leak the precinct up, play Tattletale with the snitches 

Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes 

They wait outside of shows, strict after the diner close 

I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose 

Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina Vogues 

Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet 

I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt 

Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me 

But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee 

Bitch 

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Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one 

It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one 

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

If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home 

'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride 

If you a playboy, you got one on East side 

Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride 

(What) 

Ride 

(What) 

Ride 

(What) 

Ride 

(Right, damn) 

(Let's go) 

I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer 

I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera 

Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with Santa 

'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my grandma 

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

'Cause they'll take ya to jail, even when you're not wrong 

Dawg, you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me 

Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me 

You shouldn't wanna fight, unless you wanna fight 

For your life in the hospital a hundred nights 

I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin' 

You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin' 

I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin' my family 

All weekend with panties from Puerto Rican Cammie 

You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks 

You wore your pants tight, played Pitty-Pat with the chicks 

Even my father knows, where the revolver goes 

I bring the beef to your front door like Dominoes 

And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze 

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

Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing 

Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that from Rodney King 

So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel 

Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield 

Nigga 

Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one 

It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one 

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

If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home 

'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride 

If you a playboy, you got one on East side 

Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride 

Everybody on the left get yo' hands up 

(Get yo' hands up) 

Everybody on the right get yo' hands up 

(Get yo' hands up) 

Everybody up front get yo' hands up 

(Get yo' hands up) 

And everybody out back get yo' hands up 

(What) 

And if you in here with 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!) 

Now put 'em up 

(Put 'em up!) 

What, man fuck what he said man, 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!) 

Now put 'em up 

(Put 'em up!) 

Ooh 

Lloyd Banks, what? 

Ooh!