Lloyd Banks Playboy Lyrics

Playboy Lyrics

(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please

Is y'all ready, is y'all ready

For the main event, Damn

Lloyd Banks



[Verse 1]



Guess who's the man that's real 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

([Whoo Kid:] 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 (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 gators

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

You niggas wasn't quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)

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 (C'mon)



[Chorus]

Don't ice me

You starin' at the wrong one

There's a lot of girls here

Go and get up on one (What)

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

If you ain't leavin' here wit us

You gon' walk home (Whoo)

Go somewhere 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 



(What)

Ride 

(What)

Ride

(What)

Ride

(God Damn Let's Go)



[Verse 2]



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

I smile cuz I'm good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)

Learn from the hood kids, they ain't fuckin' wit Santa

Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) 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 (Whoo)

You shouldn't want to fight, unless you wanna fight

Free you life in a high school a 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 (Damn)

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 (What)

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 (Damn)



[Chorus]

Don't ice me

You starin' at the wrong one (Whoo)

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 somewhere 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 (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 fuck what he said

Man 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)