- Lloyd Banks special 歌詞
- Lloyd Banks
- {*coin drops}*
[Intro: ~DJ Whoo Kid~]
WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT! {*beat starts}
Ey! {Whooooooooooooooo! }
Ey nigga guess what! { 'MO MONEY'! }
Aint a damn thang changed! {'GANGREEN'! }
DAMN!
[Verse:]
I can grab sixteen cars {DAMN} every sixteen bars (uh- huh!)
My flow hard! - These niggas is whip cream soft. (whooo!) {Whooooo! }
And I can still hit you with the lip beam off [blast]
Leave four tire marks from a mink green Porche. (er! er!)
I got a hideout in the West so I stay warm
And hoes rushin me without the tank spray on (ahaha!)
Im in a Jet and theres green by the box in it
Headed to the A where they lean with it rock with it. {Whoooooo! }
All my rings got lil green rocks in it (bling!)
Ridin with a Radar , I can pick up the cops with it! (I see!)
What you know about? ! Whos in and out the house? ! (nothin!)
New York nigga with old schools in and out the South . (UH!) {DAMN! }
I take a throw back, gold Lac and made it chrome
You cant get it your bread thin as a Razor phone. (AAARRRGGGHH!)
Do me a favor homes? ! - Stay out my way! (yeah!)
Every nigga that get in the way got to pay! [gunshot]
These fake ballers eatin Hip-Hop away! (yeah!)
Im Magic! Im Bird! Im Dr. J.! (yeah!)
Im Kong! Im Martin! Im Malcolm X! (YEAH!)
Hes cool, but I dont know about the rest. (whooo!) [blast] {DAMN! }
I slept on these LPs since I left you.
I aint like them other niggas, I'm SPECIAL! (SPECIAL!) [gunshot] {HAHA! }
Rap got hoes runnin in and out the biz (fuck you bitch!)
Bitch dont watch me! Watch your kids! (KIDS!)
Im stuntin! - Worry about nothin! (uh!)
These niggas frontin or on drugs or somethin. (whatchu want?)
You could drop the same day and still aint this (naaah!)
And every nigga with a record deal aint rich! (naaaah!) {Whoooooo! }
Im a hit record babe, they give me the right pitch
Im the real deal! - They phony and iceless. { M.O.! }
Get on that slippery shit! (uh-huh!) - And get your Dickies ripped. (uh-huh!)
With the same Shotgun, they shot Ricky with [2 gunshots] {OOOOHH! }
A sweet dream is my mom on trips! (uh!)
A crib on a cliff and Sadams lil bricks. (haha!) {DAMN! }
Bumpin Blood Money on my way up town
And on my way back down Im rollin out a quarter pound - NOW! {Whooooo! }
[Outro:]
Now... {CANT FORGET... }
Pal... { R. BUCKS! }
Its over! {OUTLAW! }
You aint fuckin with me nigga...
Huh? !
Nobody...
[Interlude: Lamont Odom (Lloyd Bank$)]
This is Lamonte Odom out the Los Angeles Lakers, Queens neither!
And you listenin to G-UUUUNIT... Radio!
With my nigga... Lloyd Bank$!
DJ Whoo Kid! (YEAH!) [echoes] [beat stops]
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