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[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please<br>Is y¿all ready, is y¿all ready<br>For the main event, Damn<br>Lloyd Banks<br><br>[Verse 1]<br><br>Guess who¿s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners<br>The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist<br>Roll with the damn winners or you and your man¿s finished<br>You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch<br>Holdin¿ my torch down even when the force ¿round<br>You let your wife roll she want a divorce now<br>You niggas ain¿t this gully playas¿ll paint ya skully<br>You¿ll never take this from me<br>The riders and the gangstas with me<br>([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)<br>You shouldn¿t be a problem I ain¿t be a problem<br>See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)<br>I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin¿<br>You call it hypin¿ yaself up I call it street dreamin¿<br>I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators<br>They lookin¿ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us<br>You niggas wasn¿t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)<br>You lit the precinct up playin¿ tattle tale with the snitches<br>Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes<br>They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed<br>I¿ll be designer clothes without the winer woes<br>Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls<br>Come here, take a look inside a entertainer¿s closet<br>I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit<br>Niggas stay and pocket<br>I know you¿re made at me but shit ain¿t all peaches and cream<br>And I ain¿t Sara Lee bitch (C¿mon)<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Don¿t ice me<br>You starin¿ at the wrong one<br>There¿s a lot of girls here<br>Go and get up on one (What)<br>We at the bar poppin¿ bottles ¿til they all gone<br>If you ain¿t leavin¿ here wit us<br>You gon¿ walk home (Whoo)<br>Go somewhere else where<br>They know how we ride<br>If you a playboy, you got one on each side<br>Keep your mouth closed, we don¿t let the beef ride<br><br>(What)<br>Ride<br>(What)<br>Ride<br>(What)<br>Ride<br>(God Damn Let¿s Go)<br><br>[Verse 2]<br><br>I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer<br>I smile cuz I¿m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)<br>Learn from the hood kids, they ain¿t fuckin¿ wit Santa<br>Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma<br>I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn<br>Cuz they¿ll take you to jail even when you not wrong<br>Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me<br>Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)<br>You shouldn¿t want to fight, unless you wanna fight<br>Free you life in a high school a hundred nights<br>I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin¿<br>You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin¿<br>I¿m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin¿ my family<br>All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny<br>You niggas wasn¿t tough, I should¿ve snapped some pics<br>You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)<br>Even my father knows where the revolver goes<br>I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes<br>And my diamonds froze that means my time froze<br>Be in the club from when it¿s poppin¿ ¿til the time it close (What)<br>Half of these so-called real niggas¿ll probably sing<br>Naw I ain¿t pullin¿ over, learned that from Rodney King<br>So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel<br>Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain¿t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Don¿t ice me<br>You starin¿ at the wrong one (Whoo)<br>There¿s a lot of girls here<br>Go and get up on one<br>We at the bar poppin¿ bottles ¿til they all gone<br>If you ain¿t leavin¿ here wit us<br>You gon¿ walk home<br>Go somewhere else where<br>They know how we ride<br>If you a playboy, you got one on each side<br>Keep your mouth closed, we don¿t let the beef ride<br><br>Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)<br>Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)<br>Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)<br>And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)<br>And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>What, man fuck what he said<br>Man put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Ohhhhhhhh<br>([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
Letra nueva de la canción
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please<br>Is y¿all ready, is y¿all ready<br>For the main event, Damn<br>Lloyd Banks<br><br>[Verse 1]<br><br>Guess who¿s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners<br>The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist<br>Roll with the damn winners or you and your man¿s finished<br>You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch<br>Holdin¿ my torch down even when the force ¿round<br>You let your wife roll she want a divorce now<br>You niggas ain¿t this gully playas¿ll paint ya skully<br>You¿ll never take this from me<br>The riders and the gangstas with me<br>([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)<br>You shouldn¿t be a problem I ain¿t be a problem<br>See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)<br>I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin¿<br>You call it hypin¿ yaself up I call it street dreamin¿<br>I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators<br>They lookin¿ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us<br>You niggas wasn¿t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)<br>You lit the precinct up playin¿ tattle tale with the snitches<br>Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes<br>They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed<br>I¿ll be designer clothes without the winer woes<br>Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls<br>Come here, take a look inside a entertainer¿s closet<br>I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit<br>Niggas stay and pocket<br>I know you¿re made at me but shit ain¿t all peaches and cream<br>And I ain¿t Sara Lee bitch (C¿mon)<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Don¿t ice me<br>You starin¿ at the wrong one<br>There¿s a lot of girls here<br>Go and get up on one (What)<br>We at the bar poppin¿ bottles ¿til they all gone<br>If you ain¿t leavin¿ here wit us<br>You gon¿ walk home (Whoo)<br>Go somewhere else where<br>They know how we ride<br>If you a playboy, you got one on each side<br>Keep your mouth closed, we don¿t let the beef ride<br><br>(What)<br>Ride<br>(What)<br>Ride<br>(What)<br>Ride<br>(God Damn Let¿s Go)<br><br>[Verse 2]<br><br>I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer<br>I smile cuz I¿m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)<br>Learn from the hood kids, they ain¿t fuckin¿ wit Santa<br>Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma<br>I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn<br>Cuz they¿ll take you to jail even when you not wrong<br>Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me<br>Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)<br>You shouldn¿t want to fight, unless you wanna fight<br>Free you life in a high school a hundred nights<br>I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin¿<br>You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin¿<br>I¿m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin¿ my family<br>All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny<br>You niggas wasn¿t tough, I should¿ve snapped some pics<br>You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)<br>Even my father knows where the revolver goes<br>I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes<br>And my diamonds froze that means my time froze<br>Be in the club from when it¿s poppin¿ ¿til the time it close (What)<br>Half of these so-called real niggas¿ll probably sing<br>Naw I ain¿t pullin¿ over, learned that from Rodney King<br>So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel<br>Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain¿t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Don¿t ice me<br>You starin¿ at the wrong one (Whoo)<br>There¿s a lot of girls here<br>Go and get up on one<br>We at the bar poppin¿ bottles ¿til they all gone<br>If you ain¿t leavin¿ here wit us<br>You gon¿ walk home<br>Go somewhere else where<br>They know how we ride<br>If you a playboy, you got one on each side<br>Keep your mouth closed, we don¿t let the beef ride<br><br>Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)<br>Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)<br>Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)<br>And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)<br>And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>What, man fuck what he said<br>Man put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Now put ¿em up (Put ¿em up)<br>Ohhhhhhhh<br>([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
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