We use cookies to customise content and advertising to provide social media features and to analyse traffic to our site. We also shares information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. read more.
  •    
  •    
  •    

    Lloyd Banks / Lyrics

    Playlist 2 Comment 6 Rate 3 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "Playboy" Lyrics

    Lloyd Banks

    Album:
    Genre:Hip-Hop
    Duration:00:05:13
    Rank: (−) history »
    Rate:
    5.0/5 from 3 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »

    Video

    Lyrics

    [Intro - DJ Whoo Kid]
    Aw man, can I get a raw please
    Y'all ready, for the main event...
    DAMN, LLOYD, BANKS

    [Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
    Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
    The ranger's tan wit spinners, check out the white wheels
    Roll wit the damn winners, or you and your man's finished
    You and your ram's fitteds, turn off the 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, playin to paint ya skully
    You'll never take this from me, the riders and all the gangstas from me
    You shouldnt be a problem, I ain't be a problem
    See ya later I read your head, you be a rodman
    I know your type, hoppin all over the beach screamin
    You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin
    I do it for all of the haters, the playas roll wit the gators
    They lookin foward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
    You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
    You lit the precinct up, playin tattle-tail wit the snitches
    Even my momma knows, I got all kinda hoes
    They wait outside the shows, stripped after the diner close
    Out their designer clothes, without the winer rules
    Take off my baby blue mink, and carolina boots
    C'mere, take a look inside an entertainer's closet
    I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
    Niggaz stay and pocket, I know you mad at me
    But shit ain't peaches 'n' cream, and I ain't Sarah Lee bitch

    [Chorus]
    Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
    There's alot of girls here, go and get up on one
    We at the bar poppin, bottles till they all gone
    If you aint leavin here wit us, you can walk home
    Cause someone else will, 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
    DAMN, LET'S GO

    (Verse 2)
    I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
    I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
    Where I'm from the little kids, they fuckin wit'santa
    Cause they like 2Pac more, word?, word to my grandma
    I figure I might as well leave here wit my glock drawn
    Cause they'll take you to jail even when you're not wrong
    Dawg you're not this flashy, but you got to blast me
    Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me
    You shouldn't want a fight, unless you wanna fight
    For your life in a hospital 100 nights
    I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin
    You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin
    I'm on the beach of miami, cellular reachin my family
    All weekend wit panties, from Puerto Rican candy
    You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped some flicks
    You wore your pants tight, play pitty-pat wit 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 means my time froze
    We in the club from when its poppin, till when the time its closed
    Half of these so-called real niggaz can hardly sing
    Naw I ain't pullin over, learnt that from Rodney King
    So tell your homey chill, you know I hold it still
    Everything ain't jabs and hooks, and you ain't holyfield nigga

    [Chorus]
    Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
    There's alot of girls here, go and get up on one
    We at the bar poppin, bottles till they all gone
    If you aint leavin here wit us, you can walk home
    Cause someone else will, 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

    [Outro]
    Everybody on the left get your hands up
    Everybody on the right get your hands up
    Everybody up front get your hands up
    And everybody out back get your hands up
    And if you in here wit a strap get your hands up

    NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP

    What? Man fuck what he said

    NOW PUT 'EM UP, PUT 'EM UP
    This song was last modified on October 13th, 2004.
    Thanks to Ryan and JSR 2K4 for the contribution to this song.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Songs you may also like

    • same album
    • same artist
    • popular on LSI
    • new on LSI

    Comments

    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (6)