Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: Rotten Apple Song: Playboy 2 Typed by: email@example.com [Chorus] 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 Play B-O-Y [Verse] 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 niggaz 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 cock these little niggaz emulating' me know why know why, know why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y [Chorus] [Verse] Hey.. Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs Hologram rims, a lot of Benjamin's I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want Rollin' blunt after blunt, blowing bump out the trunk Now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump I'm high and I'm drunk, having lunch at the trunk Don't front, and get to rocking, 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 I never do is The illest never one at a time, just by the two's and ooohhh, you should see what my song make them do [Chorus] [Bridge] If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up Yo' hood fucked up and rotten put your hands up You and your click get it popping' Put Your Hands Up A nigga front I'm leavin' out of here in handcuffs Now Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what you said.. Now Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!! OOOHHHHHHH...!!!