Lloyd Banks - The Rush

Lloyd Banks - The Rush Lyrics

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Nah Nah, I dont do all that talking man
its one way or the either
you comin or you gonna watch another bitch leave wit me
the way this shit go, ima f**kin rap star

[Verse]
Fresh off of the plane i jets off in the Range
First cla*s seat but this west coast aint the same
The rap game will put stress, fortune, and fame
A slow drive-by when they aired out Kane
S55 all cleared out chain
They body me, you body them, support there out prayin
My only wish is to find ya catcher
Lay ya a*s on a stretcher, betcha, getcha, a*s out the hood
All i got is rap for that, i spazz out for good
Thats my income, it keeps me in Paz and Hollywood
Im hardly home, when i leave the club the party gone
And im pissy off patrone, tryna get ma home
My name Banks baby, im top rank lady
I gotta go, grab ya coat, bitch you aint crazy
I speed off, gainin and rushin, and bend her over somethin
And im pumpin, devyin till the macs and im frontin
All of a sudden she down on the humble for a feel
And im driftin in and out of lane, fumblin the wheel
A couple of miles later i be cummin on her grill
Then its back to the hotel and chill

[Chorus]
Ma i give you the rush
Damn ma, ya lil outfit got my third hand high
And i need ya to understand I
Aint really got alot of time, bitch out ya mind its me
Damn blood, dont you wanna get up out them handcuffs
I aint gonna love you like ya man does
I aint got alot of time, bitch out ya mind