- Votes:
- Composer:
- Rondell Turner / Charles Lloyd
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- g unit
- gangsta rap
- lloyd banks
- rap
 
- See also:
Lloyd Banks - Playboy 2 lyrics
[Lloyd Banks Intro] 
Whooooooooooooo..... 
[Chorus] 
Uh.. 
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup 
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup 
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up yup 
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah 
The Unit's in this bitch, yea 
You know who I'm with, yea 
Rollin' out the piff, yea 
Six after six, yea 
Hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wrist, yea 
I'll ball till I die, why, 'cause I'm a Play B-O-Y 
[Verse 1] 
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playin' the boarder 
Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big 
Not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter 
Diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick 
We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams 
The only niggaz in the city with Miami fans 
I picked up my advance and took off out to France 
Thousand dollar pants, a hundred thousand dollar hands 
Mami I don't dance, I rock, I bop 
A half a ounce of sticky in my sock, I'm hot 
If I like it I'ma cop it on the spot, why not 
These haters still won't give me my props, I'm shocked 
I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block 
All I got is the street, my word, my glock 
These little niggaz emulatin' me know why 
Know why, know why, 'cause I'm a Play B-O-Y 
[Chorus] 
Uh.. 
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup 
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup 
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up yup 
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah 
The Unit's in this bitch, yea 
You know who I'm with, yea 
Rollin' out the piff, yea 
Six after six, yea 
Hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wrist, yea 
I'll ball till I die, why, 'cause I'm a Play B-O-Y 
[Verse 2] 
Hey.. 
Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs Lloyd Banks - Playboy 2 - http://motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/playboy-2-lyrics.html
Hologram rims, a lotta Benjamins 
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want 
Rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk 
Now Im shittin on all of y'all, dump after dump 
I'm high and I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk 
Don't front, i gets it rockin', and my clique is poppin' 
Now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin' 
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black 
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop a whooly that 
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back 
Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap 
They copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's 
Big pools, money and jewels, that's all a nigga dos 
And it's never one at a time, it's by the twos 
And ooohhh, you should see what my song make em do, uh 
[Chorus] 
Uh.. 
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup 
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup 
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up yup 
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah 
The Unit's in this bitch, yea 
You know who I'm with, yea 
Rollin' out the piff, yea 
Six after six, yea 
Hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wrist, yea 
I'll ball till I die, why, 'cause I'm a Play B-O-Y 
[Bridge] 
If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up 
Your hood fucked up and rotten Put Your Hands Up 
You and your clique get it poppin' Put Your Hands Up 
And nigga front Im leavin out of here in handcuffs 
Now Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what he said..
Now Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. 
Put Em Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!! 
OOOHHHHHHH...!!!














