Playboy

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 you 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 **** 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'll red your head

You'll be a Rodman

I know your type, hoppin' all over the 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 **** 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 of 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

**** stay in pocket

I know you're mad at me

But **** 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 the Eastside

Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

(what) right

(what) right

(what) right

(right, damn)

(LET'S GO)

I do this for the hood

**** stuck in the slammer

I smile cause I'm good

You act tough for the camera

Run from the lil' kids, they ****' with Santa

Cause they like 2Pac more - word?, word to my grandma

I figure I might leave here with my glock drawn

Cause they'll take you 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 want a fight

Unless you want to fight

Fight for your life in a 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' with my family

All weekend with panties from Puerto Rican Cammie

You **** 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 **** will 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, ****!

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 the Eastside

Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

Everybody on the left get yo' hands up

Everybody on the right get yo' hands up

Everybody up front get yo' hands up

And everybody out back get yo' hands up

And if you in her with a strap get yo' hands 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)

What? man, **** what he said man, NOW 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)

Ohhh OHH

Lloyd Banks

What?

OOH OOH