Playboy - Album Version (Explicit)
Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white wheels
Roll with the damn winners or you and your man's finished
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch
Holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggas 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 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 niggas wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
You hit 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
Out they designer clothes, without no wine or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues
C'mere, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggas 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 the Eastside
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, niggas stuck in the slammer
I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Where I'm from the lil' kids ain't ****in 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 want a fight, unless you want to 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, cellular reachin my family
All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie
You niggas 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 niggas'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 ain't 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 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 here 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!)
Man **** 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!)
Lloyd Banks, what?
Oooooooooooooh!
Playboy - Album Version (Explicit)LRC歌词
[00:18.995] Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
[00:22.529] The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white wheels
[00:25.405] Roll with the damn winners or you and your man's finished
[00:28.293] Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch
[00:31.158] Holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round
[00:33.859] You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
[00:36.954] You niggas ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
[00:39.946] You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me
[00:42.933] You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem
[00:45.815] See you later I'll red your head, you'll be a Rodman
[00:48.888] I know your type, hoppin all over beat screamin
[00:51.562] You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin
[00:54.550] I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators
[00:57.543] They lookin forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
[01:00.262] You niggas wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
[01:03.294] You hit the precinct up, play tattletale with the snitches
[01:06.313] Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
[01:09.197] They wait outside of shows strict after the diner close
[01:12.003] Out they designer clothes, without no wine or rose
[01:14.990] Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues
[01:17.911] C'mere, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
[01:20.878] I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
[01:23.791] Niggas stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
[01:26.522] But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee, bitch!
[01:30.208] Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
[01:32.621] It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
[01:35.516] We at the bar poppin bottles 'til they all gone
[01:38.396] If you ain't leavin here with us, you can walk home
[01:41.408] Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
[01:44.321] If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside
[01:47.086] Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
[01:50.315] .. (what) ride .. (what) ride .. (what) ride .. (right, damn! Let's go)
[02:04.992] I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
[02:07.692] I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
[02:10.654] Where I'm from the lil' kids ain't ****in with Santa
[02:13.509] Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma
[02:16.521] I figure I might as well leave here with my Glock drawn
[02:19.258] Cause they'll take ya to jail, even when you're not wrong
[02:22.315] Dawg you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
[02:25.244] Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me
[02:28.262] You shouldn't want a fight, unless you want to fight
[02:31.009] For your life in the hospital a hundred nights
[02:33.995] I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin
[02:36.864] You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin
[02:39.864] I'm on a beach in Miami, cellular reachin my family
[02:42.907] All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie
[02:45.685] You niggas wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
[02:48.614] You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks
[02:51.407] Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
[02:54.497] I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes
[02:57.360] And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze
[03:00.313] Me in the club from when it's poppin 'til the time it close
[03:03.296] Half of these so-called real niggas'll probably sing
[03:06.121] Nah I ain't pullin over, learned that from Rodney King
[03:09.063] So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
[03:11.967] Everything ain't jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield, nigga!
[03:15.264] Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
[03:17.880] It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
[03:20.797] We at the bar poppin bottles 'til they all gone
[03:23.685] If you ain't leavin here with us, you can walk home
[03:26.695] Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
[03:29.561] If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside
[03:32.368] Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
[03:35.214] Everybody on the left get yo' hands up
[03:37.601] Everybody on the right get yo' hands up
[03:40.875] Everybody up front get yo' hands up
[03:43.739] And everybody out back get yo' hands up
[03:46.389] And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up
[03:49.314] Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
[03:52.292] Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
[03:55.170] Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
[03:59.956] Man **** what he said man, put 'em up!
[04:02.666] Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
[04:05.470] Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
[04:08.383] Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
[04:15.479] Lloyd Banks, what?
[04:21.409] Oooooooooooooh!
