Play House Lloyd Banks

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
If you new weather, you new weather!
Me? I'm out in new weather!
Smell like money government! {MTV-dot-COM!}
Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I'm heavy on my mack game, I've got a reputation (uh!)
Chevy in the fast lane, 200 thangs racing (eeeh!)
They chase 'em, back and forth to taste him (uh!)
So I slow down the pace son, (uh!) I'd rather get money to de-dedication
I came from nothing legal and 2 million dollar keyhole (uh!)
A chromy colored Eagle bring the female out a Debo (uh!)
And we know - blue and lyrical kilo, the D dough! (uh!)
Torpedo, a fucking he-ro; [kids ovation] wherever he go (yeah!)
A equal, a niggas he slow ducking the re-po
I keep dough, my charm'll sweep your lady off her feet bro (no!)
Reefer out the sunroof, I'm smoking like I'm cancer-proof [coaching]
Undisputed, chronic zoo, niggas know the champ the truth {SHADYVILLE!}
Fuck 'em 'til they croak won't ever give that other camp a truce (hahh!)
Tote, nothing worse then getting smoked without the chance to shoot
New year, another flip, grimy as the government
I'm thuggin and they loving it, too hood to cover it (wooo!)
My girl head super, super-head of the city
She help me with recruiting, I scoop 'em and fuck 'em silly (yeah!) {HAHA!}
Hennessy and Hypno while I'm enjoying the strip show (yeah!)
Off a up and down official, I'ma add her to the list too