Lloyd Banks-(viacej textov)(5)
Lloyd Banks-Hands up
I'm good in the V.I.P I got my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includes the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know I put something on me man before I leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order what you want its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party
Verse 1 Lloyd Banks:
It feels so good to live sucka free Im soakin it all up while your girls suckin me
In mean the world to her its nothin but a nut to me look miss get a drink and let a mutha fucka be
Ima rap star who also be ridin around in that car
2 in the front in the back got the plasma this aint a free ride you gotta have the gas mile
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma and Im busy so I move a bit faster
You cant tell me yes if I dont ask ya huh ima bastard
damn near showin his hand over the plastic cuz they want to see ya man go in a casket
Rule number 1 keep your gun or get ya ass hit/Thats it
Lights off and your bodies stiff/By the same niggas you used to party with
Chorus 50 cent(lloyd Banks):
Shawty when you party with me we goin way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in the V.I.P I got my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includes the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know I put something on me man before I leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
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(You can order what you want its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party
Verse 2 Lloyd Banks:
(YA)I cruise threw the strip 22's on the whip
New ruger on the hip $1000 outfit
Never snooze never slip follow rules or get whipped
Nigga move or get hit and I dont care whos on the strip
It ain't only the ferarri now the jewels got'em sick Now its 2006 I need a new bottom miss
Its alright they can talk im ammused by the bricks I'm the news out the bricks Nigga whos hot as this
Im at the mansion in the swimmin pool got'em pissed I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool out of chick
My nigga ice grilled but it aint the same they don't see the faces they ain't see the chains
Like ooo when you get'em they don't know your with me they probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular shit the everyday mentality They charged up dont make me put in the battery
Chorus 50 cent(lloyd Banks):
Shawty when you party with me we goin way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in the V.I.P I got my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includes the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know I put something on me man before I leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order what you want its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party
Outro:
Put'em up(x16)
GGGGG G-Unit
Lloyd Banks
50 Cent
Lloyd Banks- Get low
Uh..
Yeah..
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty)
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low, [echoes])
Lloyd Banks-Playboy
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist
Roll with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch
Holdin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round
You let your wife roll she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skully
You’ll never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problem
See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin’
You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it street dreamin’
I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators
They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)
You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed
I’ll be designer clothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (C’mon)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home (Whoo)
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Let’s Go)
[Verse 2]
I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cuz they’ll take you to jail even when you not wrong
Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)
You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the Hospital for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin’
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin’ my family
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the club from when it’s poppin’ ‘til the time it close (What)
Half of these so-called real niggas’ll probably sing
Naw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride
Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
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
Man 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)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
Lloyd Banks-On A Fire
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 1]
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 2]
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her ??
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
Lloyd Banks-I am So Fly
Yee!
Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs]
Yee!
[Chorus]
I’m So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….
[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]
Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb
Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head
And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us
Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles
Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones
And that’s only in the necklace
I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
Will the goody girls back of us
My hearts colder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
Blowin O’s in that black coffin
Blowin the road and im back flossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight
[Chorus]
-thom_iqo-
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