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"Playboy (Live In Belgium)" lyrics by LLOYD BANKS
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"Playboy (Live In Belgium)"
[feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck, DJ Whoo Kid]


[Chorus: 50 Cent (Young Buck)]
I'll teach ya how to stunt! (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!)
Nigga you can't see me, my Bentley
GT got smoke-gray tints (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!)
I'll teach you how to stunt! (OOH!)
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay (OOH!)
Gleaming, I'm shining man (OOH!)
I'll teach ya how to stunt!
I see you scheming, nigga keep on (PUT 'EM UP! YEAH!)
Dreaming, I hurt ya mans (YEEEAAAHHH!)
I'll teach ya how to stunt! (HERE WE GO MOTHAFUCCAS!)

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck}:]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin' (NOW THAT I'm RAPPIN'!)
But the kids used to look up to you. (WHAT HAPPENED?) [ovation] [screams]
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum [ovation] [screams] {PLATNIUM!}
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one. (BLACK ONE!)
On point, cause you get R.I.P's {UH-OH! UH-OH!} when slacking {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!}
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the Mack ina. [shot] [beat stops] (Time easy go!)

[ovation]
[applause]
[screams]

[Skit]
[50 Cent:] Time easy go... You want new shit again?
[Crowd:] WHAOOU! HUUUUUUUUHHHH! YEYEYEEEEE!
[50 Cent:] Brand new shit?
[Crowd:] HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!
[50 Cent:] You want 'nother shit, right? Or want new shit?
Well, okay, let's go. Shit! But put-put play rules!
[Young Buck:] Let's do this shit!
[Whoo Kid:] OOOOOH, Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Get a nigga Buck!
[50 Cent:] Let's go! [beat starts] AIYYO, ready? AIYYO, READY? Fuck this!
[Young Buck:] YEAH!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! [shot]

[Lloyd Bank$ (50Cent) {Young Buck}:]
Guess who's the man this winter? (OOH!) straight out the land of sinners? (OOH!)
The Range with hella spinners (OOH!) - check out the white wrist. (WAOV!)
Roll with the damn winners (OOH!) - or you and your man's finished. {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!}
You and your Rams fitted - turn off the light switch. {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!}
Holdin' my torch down (TORCH DOWN!) {BLOW!} even when the force 'round (FORCE 'ROUND!) {BLOW!}
You let your wife roll {YEAH!} (SHE WANT A DIVORCE NOW!) {YEAH!}
You niggas ain't this gully (GULLY!) - playas'll paint ya skully, {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!}
You'll never take this from me. - The riders and the gangstas with me. (GANGSTAS WIT' ME!) [shot]
You shouldn't be a problem (PROBLEM!) {C'MON!} - I ain't be a problem (PROBLEM!) {C'MON!}
See ya later, I read ya {C'MON!} head you be a Rodman. (YOU BE A RODMAN!)
I know ya type, hoppin all {YEAH!} over the beat screamin', {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}
You call it hypin' yaself up (I CALL IT STREET DREAMIN'!). [shot] {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!}
I do it for all of the haters (HATERS!) {YEAH!} - the playas ball with the gators (GATORS!) {YEAH!}
They lookin' forward to favors {YEAH!} gossip is all they gave us. (THEY GAVE US!)
You niggas wasn't quiet - meet the whales and fishes <½WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ½>
You lit the precinct up - (PLAYIN' TATTLE TALE WITH THE SNITCHES!) [shot] {BLOW!}
Even my momma knows {C'MON!} - I got all kind of hoes (KIND OF HOES!) {C'MON!}
They wait outside the show {C'MON!} - stripped after the (DINER CLOSED!) {C'MON!}
I'll be designer clothes {YEAH!} without the winer woes. (WITHOUT THE WINER WOES!)
Take off my baby blue mink (BABY BLUE MINK!) - and Carolina bowls. (BOWLS!) {C'MON!}
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet. {C'MON!} [ovation]
I never trust a bitch, (I NEVER TRUST A BITCH!) {C'MON!} I blame Lorena Bobbet. {C'MON!}
Niggas stay and pocket (NIGGAS STAY A POCKET!) {BLOW!} - I know you're made at me (MAD AT ME!)
But shit ain't all peaches and cream {OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!} and I ain't Sara Lee. (BITCH!)
{OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!}

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck} ]
Don't ice me {OOH!} - you starin' at the wrong one {PUT 'EM UP!}
There's a lot of girls here - go and get up on one. {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!}
We at the bar poppin' - bottles 'til they all gone (GONE!)
If you ain't leavin' here with us - you gon' walk home. (OOOH!)
Go someone else where {OOOH!} - they know how we ride (KNOW HOW WE RIDE!)
If you a Playboooy,
You got one on each side (ONE ON EACH SIDE!)
Keep your mouth clooosed,
We don't let the beef ride! (LET THE BBEF RIDE!)

[Bridge (1.) { Lloyd Bank$, (Bank$, Buck, 50 & Whoo Kid)]
Everybody on the left put yo hands up! (PUT YA HANDS UP!)
Everybody on the right put yo hands up! (PUT YA HANDS UP!)
Everybody up front put yo hands up! (PUT YA HANDS UP!)
And everybody out back put yo hands up!
And if you in here with a strap - put yo hands up! [shot] - NOW PUT 'EM UP!

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck}:]
I do this for the hood (OOH!) - niggas stuck in the slammer (OOH!)
I smile cause I'm good - you act tough for the camera (FOR THE CAMERA!) {PUT 'EM UP!}
Learn from the hood kids, {C'MON!} they ain't fuckin' with' Santa (SANTA!)
Cause they like Tupac more. - Word to my grandma. (GRANDMA!) {OOOH!} [shot]
I figure I might as well leave here with my Glock drawn (GLOCK DRAWN!) {AIIIIGGHHTT!}
Cause they'll take you to jail, {AIIGHT!} even when you not wrong. (NOT WRONG!)
Dog your not this flashy, (FLASHY!) {OOH!} dogs you got to blast me (BLAST ME!) {OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!}
Every rock is classy, (CLASSY!) nobody on your block can match me. {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!}
[shot] You shouldn't want to fight, (FIGHT!) {C'MON!} unless you wanna fight (FIGHT!) {C'MON!}
For your life in the Hospital {YEAH!} for hundred nights (NIGHTS!) {YEAH!}
I know your type, (RUN BEHIND YOUR GIRLFRIEND RUSHIN'!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!}
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin' (HANDCUFFIN'!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!}
I'm on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin' my family {C'MON!}
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny (PUERTO RICAN CANNY!) {C'MON!}
You niggas wasn't tough <½WHAT? ½> - I should've snapped some pics. (SOME PICS!)} OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}
You wear ya pants tight - play pitty pat with the chicks. (CHICKS!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!}
Even my father knows (FATHER KNOWS!) {AIGHT!} - where the Revolver goes. (REVOLVER GOES!) {YEAH!}
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes. [shot] {AIGHT!}
And my diamonds froze (DIAMONDS FROZE!) {YEAH!} - that means my time froze (MY TIME FROZE!)
Be in the club from when it's poppin' 'til the time it close. [shot] {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}
Half of these so-called real (SO CALLED REAL!) niggas'll probably sing (PROBABLY SING!) {C'MON!}
Naw I ain't pullin' over, (PULLIN' OVER!) {YEAH!} - learned that from Rodney King (RODNEY KING!)
{YEAH!} So tell ya homie chill (HOMIE CHILL!) you know I hold the steel (YOU KNOW I HOLD THE STEEL!)
Everything from jabs to hooks and (YOU AIN'T HOLYFIELD!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck}:]
Don't ice me {PUT 'EM UP!} - you starin' at the wrong one {PUT 'EM UP!} (Whooooo!)
There's a lot of girls here - go and get up on one. {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!}
We at the bar poppin' {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!} - bottles 'til they all gone.
If you ain't leavin' here with us {AIGHT!} - you gon' walk home. (YOU GON' WALK HOME!)
Go someone else where {YEAH!} (YEAH!) - they know how we ride. {YEAH!} (YEAH!)
If you a Playboooy
You got one on each side (ONE ON EACH SIDE!)
Keep your mouth clooosed,
We don't let the beef ride!

[Bridge 1: Lloyd Bank$, Young Buck, 50Cent & Whoo Kid]
Everybody on the left put yo hands up! PUT YA HANDS UP! (PUT 'EM UP!)
Everybody on the right put yo hands up! PUT YA HANDS UP! (PUT 'EM UP!)
Everybody up front put yo hands up! PUT YA HANDS UP! (PUT 'EM UP!)
And everybody out back put yo hands up! (PUT 'EM UP!)
And if you in here with a strap - put yo hands up! [shot]

[Bridge 2: Lloyd Bank$ (Lloyd Bank$, Young Buck, 50 & Whoo Kid)]
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 FUCK WHAT HE SAID!
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!)
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! AAAAAAOOOOOO-AAAAAAOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!
[Young Buck:] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[ovation]
[applause]
[screams]

[Thanks to Big Tamá$ for these lyrics]

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