Текст песни Playboy - Album Version (Edited) - Lloyd Banks
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
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
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!
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