Lloyd Banks New Pussy
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Thi-thi- this is that G-shit! {"COLD CORNER"!}
Not-not that R'n'B shit! {THE MIXTAPE!} [scratches]
[Intro:]
Yeah!
Thi-thi- this is that G-Shit! {WHOO KID!}
Not-not that R'n'B... [rewind]
[Intro:]
Yeah!
Thi-thi- this is that G-Shit!
Not-not that R'n'B shit!
Yeah!
My-my my niggas need this! {DAMN!} [kids ovation]
It's 2 G's Up! {COME ON!}
[Verse:]
Put my back against the wall, I'm coming back! -
Holding a Gat!
Don't get clapped - all over rap. Vision black - rat-
tat-tat-tat [gunshot]
Tools on my gun wounds like big said, I get bread
Jealousy help my shit spread. - I smoke 'em like a rich
dread (whoo!)
Chronic out the windpipe and keep his Gat with him
tight (yeah!)
These other rappers feminine and wear their denim
skintight!
I been right! - The win type - since my speed 10 bike
(uh!)
Don't come without a invite - or feel the barrel spin
by. (uh-huh!)
That f..ck a hoe attitude that Snoop was on, I been on
it (yeah!)
The only bag I bought a broad had McDonald's on it
Neck got diamonds on it! - That's why they climbin' on
'em. (yeah!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Reach, I eat the f..ck food. (ha!) He'll look like
piranha tore 'em. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Bank$'ll connoisseur 'em, extinct, dinosaur 'em.
Run in a nigga crib - break the fine China on 'em!
(pssh!)
He rap about big clips but he don't got 'em on 'em!
(uh-huh!)
Scared to show his face in the bricks and he ain't got
a warrant. (whaaaaooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!)
We will crush whoever you bring if we cannot ignore it
Bet his mouth won't say nothin' slick with the heater
knockin' on it.
Hoppin' out with everything! - Wear my jewelry
everywhere.
Royal blue pennies with my Semi and my Pelle, yeah!
Yeah! - I been street aware way before the green
Murder scene, children know [scream] what candles on
the corner mean. (hahhh!)
I made it out the corridor. - They blowin' out enormous
steam. (uh!)
'Cause I'm showin' all this guap. Bentley spur-forest
green! (yeah!)
I'm already mean but if the engineer record it clean.
I'm a make 'em bling like the feeling when you dope a
fiend,
Kush leaves from night to morn, three quarters of my
life is porn.
My schedule ain't quite the norm, I barely got to write
this song,
We don't follow right from wrong. - We do what the f..ck
we want!
Hot bitch, icey arm, catch me with the trunk in front.
(whoo!)
These niggas ain't gon' like me long, f..ck it let the
punk get pumped
I carry like I'm licensed for 'em - nigga don't
confront me drunk. (yeah!)
I crack 'em with' this empty rose, turn his head to
humpty dump
I one night stand these hoes. - Better? for cunt (nah!)
Addict for the love of cash, bright future, troubled
past,
Daiquiris and beach chairs, you gotta drive to cut my
grass! (uuuuuuh-ooooooooooooooh!)
I pack like plaxico 'cause of the way my necklace glow
(whooo!)
Hoes and 4 wheelers by the villas out in mexico! {DAMN!
}
I love the dough! - X and O! - G mackin', steppin' slow
Bro, you a stepping stone, I'm known but I'm reppin'
though. {Whoooooooooooo!}
Bring ya chick around, I'm takin' her home, makin' her
moan
Makin' her scream, sendin' her back, now you mad,
breakin' her phone. (whoo!)
Ain't no arguin', I'm grown, stay the f..ck up out my
zone
Get it, it hit it, then I'm gone! - Let my nigga get
his turn. - Word! {COME ON!}
[Chorus:]
There's no pussy like new pussy, [scream] {OOOHH!}
There's no money like new dough, - I though ya knew hoe
I'm hood hoppin', you know how the 22's roll {CAN'T
FORGET...}
Smokin' out the window of the Benz, yeah the usual
{MONEY WRONG}
How the hell they gon catch me? - Them niggas too slow!
{KAOS!}
Money over more shit, where I go, the crew go!
Tell me I ain't doin' my thang - the f..ck is you, yo!
Catch me ridin' round with my thang, I drop a sumo.
{DAMN!}
Sooner or later, matter of time, bet they all learn
Snitches die a thousand times, G's make the world turn.
{DAMN!}
[Outro:]
Yeah!
If you know what we know...
It's still M-O-B though! {HAHA}
Ha! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Yeah! {MONSTER!} [blast]