Playboy

[Verse One]<br>Guess who`s the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners<br>The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors<br>Blow with the damn winners while you and your man`s finished<br>Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch<br>Holdin my torch down, even when the force `round<br>You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now<br>You niggaz ain`t this gully, play it I paint your skully<br>You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me<br>You shouldn`t be a problem, I ain`t be a problem<br>See you later I`ll red your head, you`ll be a Rodman<br>I know your type, hoppin all over beat screamin<br>You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin<br>I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators<br>They lookin forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us<br>You niggaz wasn`t quiet, meet the whales and the fishes<br>You leak the precinct up, play tattletale with the snitches<br>Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes<br>They wait outside of shows strict after the diner close<br>I`ll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose<br>Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues<br>C`mere, take a look inside a entertainer`s closet<br>I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt<br>Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you`re mad at me<br>But shit ain`t all peaches and cream, and I ain`t Sara Lee<br>Bitch!<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Don`t ice me, you starin at the wrong one<br>It`s a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one<br>We at the bar poppin bottles `til they all gone<br>If you ain`t leavin here with us, you can walk home<br>Cause someone else will, they know how we ride<br>If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside<br>Keep your mouth closed, we don`t let the beef ride<br><br>.. (what) right .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (right, damn!)<br>(Let`s go)<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer<br>I smile cause I`m good, you act tough for the camera<br>Run from the lil` kids, they fuckin with Santa<br>Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma<br>I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn<br>Cause they`ll take to jail, even when you`re not wrong<br>Dawg you`re not this flashy, jux you got to blast me<br>Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me<br>You shouldn`t want a fight, unless you want to fight<br>for your life in the hospital a hundred nights<br>I know your type, run behind your girl rushin<br>You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin<br>I`m on a beach in Miami, so you ain`t reachin my family<br>All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie<br>You niggaz wasn`t tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks<br>You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks<br>Even my father knows, where the revolver goes<br>I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes<br>And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze<br>Me in the club from when it`s poppin `til the time it close<br>Half of these so-called real niggaz`ll probably sing<br>Nah I ain`t pullin over, learned that from Rodney King<br>So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel<br>Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain`t Holyfield<br>Nigga!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Everybody on the left get yo` hands up<br>Everybody on the right get yo` hands up<br>Everybody up front get yo` hands up<br>And everybody out back get yo` hands up<br>And if you in here with a strap get yo` hands up<br>Now put `em up! (Put `em up!) Now put `em up! (Put `em up!)<br>Now put `em up! (Put `em up!) Now put `em up! (Put `em up!)<br>Now put `em up! (Put `em up!) Now put `em up! (Put `em up!)<br>... man fuck what he said man, put `em up!<br>Now put `em up! (Put `em up!) Now put `em up! (Put `em up!)<br>Now put `em up! (Put `em up!) Now put `em up! (Put `em up!)<br>Now put `em up! (Put `em up!) Now put `em up! (Put `em up!)<br>... ohhh-OHH!<br><br>Lloyd Banks, what?<br>Oooooooooooooh!