Playboy 2
(专辑: Rotten Apple - 2006)
Uh, two fingers up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the
cut, yup, a
very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket knife'd 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 Rolling out the
piff, yea, six after six, yea Hanging out the
whips rocks bangin off my wrist, yea I'm a
ball till I
die, why, 'cause I'm a
playb-o-y Guess who's the
man this quarter, the
rich playing the
boarder Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big Not from New York to Georgia, they recognize the
slaughter Diamonds around the
boarder, a
platinum ice pick We in them Lambs the
color of Candy Yams The
only niggas in the
city with Miami tints I
picked up my advance and took off out to France Thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands Mami I
don't dance, I
rock, I
bop I
half a
ounce of sticky in my sock, I'm hot If I
like it I'm a
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 niggas emulating me, no lie Know why, know why, 'cause I'm a
playb-o-y Uh, two fingers up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the
cut, yup, a
very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket knife'd 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 Rolling out the
piff, yea, six after six, yea Hanging out the
whips rocks bangin off my wrist, yea I'm a
ball till I
die, why, 'cause I'm a
playb-o-y Hey, pull up in a
Benz, hoodie and my Timbs Hologram rims, a
lot of Benjamin's I
shop 'til I
drop, I
stunt when I
want Rolling blunt after blunt, blowing bump out the
trunk Now I'm shitting on all of y'all, dump after dump I'm high and I'm drunk, having lunch at the
trunk Don't front, I
get CÎROC'n, and my click is popping Now my hits is dropping that's why the
chickens flocking I
ain't a
come up, I
got the
Louis black Hydraulics on the
'Lac, I
pop and whoolie that Now we got enough toys to knock the
city back Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the
rockiest in rap They copying my moves I
cruise on twenty-two's Big pools, money and jewels, that's all a
nigga do's The
illest never run out of time, just by the
two's And ooohhh, you should see what my song make them do Uh, two fingers up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the
cut, yup, a
very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket knife'd 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 Rolling out the
piff, yea, six after six, yea Hanging out the
whips rocks banging off my wrist, yea I'ma ball 'til I
die, why, 'cause I'm a
playb-o-y If you come from the
bottom, put your hands up Yo' hood fucked up and rotten, put your hands up You and your clique get it popping, put your hands up A
nigga front, I'm leaving 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 you 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 PUT 'EM UP.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!! OOOHHHHHHH...!!!