Lloyd Banks - Protocol Lyrics

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(Verse)
Now packing it back, no sneaking pass I’m wearing hot
Put everything in my rack,snickers stacks in an orange box
Now she want me I’m on the spot, I’m in there on my mama clock
Sprung her now she on the dock ,I bend her till it’s 4 o clock
A million one more riddles, damn get around here
Or I be this gun now you’re so wet and losing
Might need an air hole into pay your rank about 0
Made you think of my eel, technic visa, hoes down
And play ga-ga-game of my heroes
Catch me out , chasing them zeroes
Zoo keep on firmed up, new speakers I’m chumped up
Burj Khalifa I burned up
Drinking like it’s my first cup
I ram that cat to a 90,pitcher, do what?
I leave that to the zombies,
Bet these thirsty rats wanna mime me
Big old rat when you find me
Clean my wheel make everything shiny
I get back when the crop is timing shit
Every dope we get this far
This for those that got some zone
Purple weed around the room
R I P the shot of bloom

(Hook)
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I’m making this money
And I get thousand dollars kits
More drugs,more honey
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You’re supposed to pop off
You can’t get nothing from me
Hey,hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it’s going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, dope wet going down

(Verse)
Look at all my shit is
I give all of y’all a blightness
That your nr.1 fan be the witness
Is this nr.1 champ for the bitches
You wanna be, to be my apprentice
Role so hard gotta swift this
I’m whatever lobsters shrimp is
‘Cause I bring ‘em like the Olympics man
I making a name by the wrenches
You dumb as hell, you claim to be
Means more than water,
For being part of my famous team
Ring shatter hop on a desk
She said , I ain’t never come that fast
I said , I ain’t never done that either
If she only knew about my past
My balls are stuffed up,troop right, can’t calm it down
Riding round with my bulldog ,my new pup
All summer now, just had a day dream about last night
Had him scream in his sleep in a cat’s sight
Any girl any good down my wood
She front on me ,saying rap right
Hit a nigga for me with a flashlight
In the day time, and the neck tight
All it happens, nigga it’s crackin’
With a rock and a crack pipe
Shawty suck my dick , take a pick
Show and tell and go to hell
Fourteen carat boul inhabit
Goldie ways, go Chanel

(Hook)
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I’m making this money
And I get thousand dollars kits
More drugs,more honey
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You’re supposed to pop off
You can’t get nothing from me
Hey,hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it’s going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, dope wet going down



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