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"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 niggas 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 niggas 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 bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas 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, niggas 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 classy, 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 niggas 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 niggas
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 fuck what he said
Man put
Now put
Now put
Now put
Now put
Now put
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)

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