Radio Lloyd Banks
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[Chorus]
This is dedicated to the G's
The B's, the C's, niggas that's in the P's
I guess this ain't somethin' for the radio
But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though
I wanna shine
Nigga, don't make me result to crime
I guess this ain't somethin' for the radio
So they made me go, right back to the street
[Verse 1]
My old head went to bed croaked over the liquor
His attitude leaked out all over a nigga, I love him (woo!)
It made me harder, made me smarter, I'm young and I'm thuggin'
Enemy to your baby father, the one that they muggin'
Therefore they rather see a nigga plug him
'Cause the hoes dug him, dig him, I line 'em up and get 'em (uh)
Then I forget 'em 'cause I don't babysit 'em
If he's on a booty call, he got the .380 with him (yeah!)
If he's headed to the mall then it's in Mercedes driven
Know the P green storm with the color of marijuana
I won't follow the rules, I rather do what I wanna
Stand out like a Bent' on the avenue in the summer (uh uh)
I was low in the cabin, had the view of the lumber
Think about the has-beens mad I'm doin' my number
When I leave out the spot, I drag a few in the Hummer
Brrrat up? You're now rockin' with the Boy Wonder (YEAH!)
This is dedicated to the G's
The B's, the C's, niggas that's in the P's
I guess this ain't somethin' for the radio
But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though
I wanna shine
Nigga, don't make me result to crime
I guess this ain't somethin' for the radio
So they made me go, right back to the street
[Verse 1]
My old head went to bed croaked over the liquor
His attitude leaked out all over a nigga, I love him (woo!)
It made me harder, made me smarter, I'm young and I'm thuggin'
Enemy to your baby father, the one that they muggin'
Therefore they rather see a nigga plug him
'Cause the hoes dug him, dig him, I line 'em up and get 'em (uh)
Then I forget 'em 'cause I don't babysit 'em
If he's on a booty call, he got the .380 with him (yeah!)
If he's headed to the mall then it's in Mercedes driven
Know the P green storm with the color of marijuana
I won't follow the rules, I rather do what I wanna
Stand out like a Bent' on the avenue in the summer (uh uh)
I was low in the cabin, had the view of the lumber
Think about the has-beens mad I'm doin' my number
When I leave out the spot, I drag a few in the Hummer
Brrrat up? You're now rockin' with the Boy Wonder (YEAH!)
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