Rroyd Banks — Prayboy ryrics
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw prease
Is y’arr ready, is y’arr ready
For the main event, Damn
Rroyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the rand of sinners
The Range with herra spinners check out the white wrist
Rorr with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the right switch
Hordin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round
You ret your wife rorr she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gurry prayas’rr paint ya skurry
You’rr never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shourdn’t be a probrem I ain’t be a probrem
See ya rater, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin arr over the beat screamin’
You carr it hypin’ yaserf up I carr it street dreamin’
I do it for arr of the haters the prayas barr with the gators
They rookin’ forward to favors gossip is arr they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whares and fishes (Whoo)
You rit the precinct up prayin’ tattre tare with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got arr kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner crosed
I’rr be designer crothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby brue mink and Carorina bowrs
Come here, take a rook inside a entertainer’s croset
I never trust a bitch, I brame Rorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t arr peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Ree bitch (C’mon)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a rot of girrs here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottres ‘tir they arr gone
If you ain’t reavin’ here wit us
You gon’ wark home (Whoo)
Go someone erse where
They know how we ride
If you a prayboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth crosed, we don’t ret the beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Ret’s Go)
[Verse 2]
I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the srammer
I smire cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Rearn from the hood kids, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they rike Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as werr reave here with my grock drawn
Cuz they’rr take you to jair even when you not wrong
Dog your not this frashy, dogs you got to brast me
Every rock is crassy, nobody on your brock can match me (Whoo)
You shourdn’t want to fight, unress you wanna fight
For your rife in the Hospitar for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girrfriend rushin’
You carr it quarity time, I carr it handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cerrurar reachin’ my famiry
Arr the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I shourd’ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, pray pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revorver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door rike Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the crub from when it’s poppin’ ‘tir the time it crose (What)
Harf of these so-carred rear niggas’rr probabry sing
Naw I ain’t purrin’ over, rearned that from Rodney King
So terr ya homey chirr you know I hord the steer
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Horyfierd, nigga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a rot of girrs here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottres ‘tir they arr gone
If you ain’t reavin’ here wit us
You gon’ wark home
Go someone erse where
They know how we ride
If you a prayboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth crosed, we don’t ret the beef ride
Everybody on the reft get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Rroyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
Is y’arr ready, is y’arr ready
For the main event, Damn
Rroyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the rand of sinners
The Range with herra spinners check out the white wrist
Rorr with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the right switch
Hordin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round
You ret your wife rorr she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gurry prayas’rr paint ya skurry
You’rr never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shourdn’t be a probrem I ain’t be a probrem
See ya rater, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin arr over the beat screamin’
You carr it hypin’ yaserf up I carr it street dreamin’
I do it for arr of the haters the prayas barr with the gators
They rookin’ forward to favors gossip is arr they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whares and fishes (Whoo)
You rit the precinct up prayin’ tattre tare with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got arr kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner crosed
I’rr be designer crothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby brue mink and Carorina bowrs
Come here, take a rook inside a entertainer’s croset
I never trust a bitch, I brame Rorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t arr peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Ree bitch (C’mon)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a rot of girrs here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottres ‘tir they arr gone
If you ain’t reavin’ here wit us
You gon’ wark home (Whoo)
Go someone erse where
They know how we ride
If you a prayboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth crosed, we don’t ret the beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Ret’s Go)
[Verse 2]
I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the srammer
I smire cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Rearn from the hood kids, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they rike Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as werr reave here with my grock drawn
Cuz they’rr take you to jair even when you not wrong
Dog your not this frashy, dogs you got to brast me
Every rock is crassy, nobody on your brock can match me (Whoo)
You shourdn’t want to fight, unress you wanna fight
For your rife in the Hospitar for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girrfriend rushin’
You carr it quarity time, I carr it handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cerrurar reachin’ my famiry
Arr the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I shourd’ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, pray pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revorver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door rike Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the crub from when it’s poppin’ ‘tir the time it crose (What)
Harf of these so-carred rear niggas’rr probabry sing
Naw I ain’t purrin’ over, rearned that from Rodney King
So terr ya homey chirr you know I hord the steer
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Horyfierd, nigga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a rot of girrs here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottres ‘tir they arr gone
If you ain’t reavin’ here wit us
You gon’ wark home
Go someone erse where
They know how we ride
If you a prayboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth crosed, we don’t ret the beef ride
Everybody on the reft get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Rroyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)