Lloyd Banks - Playboy lyrics

"Playboy" (feat. DJ Whoo Kid) [DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please Is y For the main event, Damn Lloyd Banks [Verse 1] Guess who The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist Roll with the damn winners or you and your man You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch Holdin You let your wife roll she want a divorce now You n***as ain You The riders and the gangstas with me ([Whoo Kid:] God Damn) You shouldn 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 I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators They lookin You n***as wasn You lit the precinct up playin Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed I Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls Come here, take a look inside a entertainer I never trust a b**h, I blame Lorainna Bobbit n***as stay and pocket I know you And I ain [Chorus] Don You starin There Go and get up on one (What) We at the bar poppin If you ain You gon 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 (What) Ride (What) Ride (What) Ride (God Damn Let [Verse 2] I do this for the hood, n***as stuck in the slammer I smile cuz I Learn from the hood kids, they ain Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn Cuz they Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me Every rock is cla**y, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo) You shouldn 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 All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny You n***as wasn 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 Half of these so-called real n***as Naw I ain So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain [Chorus] Don You starin There Go and get up on one We at the bar poppin If you ain You gon 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 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 Now put Now put Now put Now put What, man f** what he said Man put Now put Now put Now put Now put Now put Ohhhhhhhh ([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)