Playboy 2
Album: Rotten Apple
Release Date: 10/10/06
Label: G-Unit/Interscope
Explicit version of "Playboy 2" lyrics
Uh
Semi in the cut
I'm all iced up
I knock your wife up
The Unit's in this b****
Rolling out the piff
Hangin' out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist
I'm a ball till I die
Guess who's the man this quarter
Your papers much shorter
Not from New York to Georgia
Diamonds around the boarder
We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams
The only n****z 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
Mummy I don't dance
I half a ounce of s***** in my sock
If I like it I'm a cop it on the spot
These haters still won't give me my props
I do it for the concrete
All I got is the street
These little n****z emulating' me know why?
Know why
Uh
Semi in the cut
I'm all iced up
I knock your wife up
The Unit's in this b****
Rolling out the piff
Hanging out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist
I'm a ball till I die
Hey
Hologram rims
I shop till I drop
Rollin' b**** after b****
Now I can take a s*** on all of y'all
I'm high and I'm drunk
Don't front and get to rockin'
Now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flocking
I ain't a come up
Hydraulics on the 'Lac
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back
B*** and broccoli fitted cap
They copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
Big pools
The illest never one at a time
And ooh
Uh
Semi in the cut
I'm all iced up
I knock your wife up
The Unit's in this b****
Rolling out the piff
Hanging out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist
I'm a ball till I die
If you come from the bottom put your hands up
The hood f*** up the rap then put your hands up
You and your click get it popping' put your hands up
And if you front I'm leaving' out of there in handcuffs
Now put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up
Yeah
Now put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up
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