Algernod Lanier Washington (born July 1, 1976 in Fort Myers, Florida) is an… Read Full Bio ↴Algernod Lanier Washington (born July 1, 1976 in Fort Myers, Florida) is an American rapper signed to Slip-N-Slide and his own label, Big Gate Records. His debut album, The Real Testament, was released in 2007 and featured the top ten singles Hypnotized featuring Akon and Shawty featuring T-Pain. He then released two studio albums in 2008, Definition of Real and Da REAList. His fourth studio album, Goon Affiliated, was released in June 2010.
Plies was born Algernod Lanier Washington on July 1, 1976, in Fort Myers, Florida and grew up in Cape Coral, Florida. While at Fort Myers Senior High School, he played in the football team, was crowned Homecoming King, and was named the "Best Dressed" student of his class. He attended Miami University for a year and played in its basketball team, then transferred to the University of Central Florida for sophomore year and dropped out. In the late 1990s, Plies and his stepbrother Ronnell Lawrence Lavatte, also known as Big Gates, established an independent record label, Big Gates Records. Although Plies initially refused to rap, after a demonstration for one of his artists, Big Gates decided to keep Plies' verse on the track "Tell Dem Krackers Dat". Big Gates and Plies promoted the single and traveled many times to Miami, which eventually led to a deal for Plies on Slip-n-Slide Records. Plies's girlfriend Brandy Lacole Lyons gave birth to a son, Nijier Lanier Washington, at the University Community Hospital in Tampa, Florida on October 20, 2003. After signing to Slip-n-Slide in 2004, Plies released several mixtapes.
On July 2, 2006, after a shooting at a Gainesville, Florida nightclub, Plies was charged with illegal possession of a concealed weapon, and members of his entourage were charged with attempted murder. The shooting, in which 5 people were injured, started after Plies' microphone was cut off for Lil' Boosie to perform, after Plies' performance ran over time. According to the promoter Jonathan Smith, Plies became "enraged". A fight began with fists and shouting, and ended with at least six rounds of bullets being fired.
Plies was born Algernod Lanier Washington on July 1, 1976, in Fort Myers, Florida and grew up in Cape Coral, Florida. While at Fort Myers Senior High School, he played in the football team, was crowned Homecoming King, and was named the "Best Dressed" student of his class. He attended Miami University for a year and played in its basketball team, then transferred to the University of Central Florida for sophomore year and dropped out. In the late 1990s, Plies and his stepbrother Ronnell Lawrence Lavatte, also known as Big Gates, established an independent record label, Big Gates Records. Although Plies initially refused to rap, after a demonstration for one of his artists, Big Gates decided to keep Plies' verse on the track "Tell Dem Krackers Dat". Big Gates and Plies promoted the single and traveled many times to Miami, which eventually led to a deal for Plies on Slip-n-Slide Records. Plies's girlfriend Brandy Lacole Lyons gave birth to a son, Nijier Lanier Washington, at the University Community Hospital in Tampa, Florida on October 20, 2003. After signing to Slip-n-Slide in 2004, Plies released several mixtapes.
On July 2, 2006, after a shooting at a Gainesville, Florida nightclub, Plies was charged with illegal possession of a concealed weapon, and members of his entourage were charged with attempted murder. The shooting, in which 5 people were injured, started after Plies' microphone was cut off for Lil' Boosie to perform, after Plies' performance ran over time. According to the promoter Jonathan Smith, Plies became "enraged". A fight began with fists and shouting, and ended with at least six rounds of bullets being fired.
Bid Long
Plies Lyrics
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Aye, dawg, this one here for all
Motherfuckin? niggas that's locked up, dawg
All my niggas who biddin? in prison, my nigga
A lot of niggas forgot about you but I ain't forgot about you
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
What can a young nigga 19 do with 40 years?
Not a motherfuckin? thang but hope fun appears
Them crackers givin? niggas more time then they done lived
Where I'm from, these crackers hidin? niggas at the crib
I asked my homeboy, ?How the fuck do you do 40??
He told me, ?You just do it, you don't think about it?
Them crackers don't sell licks in prison, you gotta think ?bout it
Well, like he told me time ain't the thang hurts the most
The motherfuckers that forget ?bout you that you thought was close
If he had to do it all again he wouldn't even take it to the doe
I told he ain't got to tell me ?'cause I already know
He thought he had himself some soldiers on the front row
Well, like told him you ain't breakin? bread no more
And these streets that's all a nigga care for
The real niggas in these streets are the all time low
And these hoes and homeboys ain't ridin? no more
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
Nobody care about you when you ain't got shit to give
But when you got it they love you when you out of here
They was my niggas when they was out and they my niggas now
Right now they need me the most so I got to help ?em out
I turn my back on them, that mean I'm the pussy nigga then
And me bein? flaw is somethin? I don't believe in
There's niggas everyday that's gettin? lost in the system
The fucked up part about, don't nobody miss ?em?
Own brother can't even tell me where the crackers shipped ?em
Told me that with a straight face and kept dippin?
I'm looking at dawg like man, this pussy nigga trippin?
Your own brother you can't tell me where the crackers shipped ?em
Love don't love nobody, the street?s fucked up
That's why I pray everyday that I don't get jammed up
To be honest with you, I'm scared to find out what's what
The ones that let you down the ones you loved so much
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
What happened to niggas acceptin? a couple phone calls?
And what happened to niggas sendin? flicks to their dawg?
Your dawg down bad right now, gon? break ?em off
You got to answer his calls for why?all to even talk
And like you can call him shit when you wanna talk
Some niggas doin? time right now that ain't their fault
In this world it?s a black law and it?s a white law
A street nigga dawg, we don't die of old age
A street nigga dawg, we die one or three ways
We get shot, die in prison or we die of age
I know it?s already written how I?ma leave you one day
But all the niggas locked up, I pray for you every day
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
Aye, dawg, it?s a lot of good motherfuckin? niggas locked up, dawg
It?s a lot of niggas that's locked up that when they was out of here
My nigga, they took care of a lot of you motherfuckers, man
Made sure a lot of why?all was good, dawg, it?s a lot of niggas doin? time
Because of some of the motherfuckers out here, dawg
And now when a nigga get locked up, man
Why?all can't make sure dawg got canteen money
Why?all can't make sure why?all send dawg flicks, man
why?all can't kept dawg phone calls, man
You put a block on the phone ?'cause your fuckin? another nigga, man
Dawg, keep it real with yourself, homie
If dawg looked out for you and took care of you, my nigga
For two, three years while you was out of here, dawg
The least you can do is take care of dawg two or three years, dawg
Motherfuckin? niggas that's locked up, dawg
All my niggas who biddin? in prison, my nigga
A lot of niggas forgot about you but I ain't forgot about you
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
What can a young nigga 19 do with 40 years?
Not a motherfuckin? thang but hope fun appears
Them crackers givin? niggas more time then they done lived
Where I'm from, these crackers hidin? niggas at the crib
I asked my homeboy, ?How the fuck do you do 40??
He told me, ?You just do it, you don't think about it?
Them crackers don't sell licks in prison, you gotta think ?bout it
Well, like he told me time ain't the thang hurts the most
The motherfuckers that forget ?bout you that you thought was close
If he had to do it all again he wouldn't even take it to the doe
I told he ain't got to tell me ?'cause I already know
He thought he had himself some soldiers on the front row
Well, like told him you ain't breakin? bread no more
And these streets that's all a nigga care for
The real niggas in these streets are the all time low
And these hoes and homeboys ain't ridin? no more
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
Nobody care about you when you ain't got shit to give
But when you got it they love you when you out of here
They was my niggas when they was out and they my niggas now
Right now they need me the most so I got to help ?em out
I turn my back on them, that mean I'm the pussy nigga then
And me bein? flaw is somethin? I don't believe in
There's niggas everyday that's gettin? lost in the system
The fucked up part about, don't nobody miss ?em?
Own brother can't even tell me where the crackers shipped ?em
Told me that with a straight face and kept dippin?
I'm looking at dawg like man, this pussy nigga trippin?
Your own brother you can't tell me where the crackers shipped ?em
Love don't love nobody, the street?s fucked up
That's why I pray everyday that I don't get jammed up
To be honest with you, I'm scared to find out what's what
The ones that let you down the ones you loved so much
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
What happened to niggas acceptin? a couple phone calls?
And what happened to niggas sendin? flicks to their dawg?
Your dawg down bad right now, gon? break ?em off
You got to answer his calls for why?all to even talk
And like you can call him shit when you wanna talk
Some niggas doin? time right now that ain't their fault
In this world it?s a black law and it?s a white law
A street nigga dawg, we don't die of old age
A street nigga dawg, we die one or three ways
We get shot, die in prison or we die of age
I know it?s already written how I?ma leave you one day
But all the niggas locked up, I pray for you every day
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
I got some niggas in prison that ain't comin? home
And if they ain't holdin?, put a block on your phone
For all the niggas that was runnin? with done left ?em alone
Motherfuckers forget ?bout you when you bidin? alone
Aye, dawg, it?s a lot of good motherfuckin? niggas locked up, dawg
It?s a lot of niggas that's locked up that when they was out of here
My nigga, they took care of a lot of you motherfuckers, man
Made sure a lot of why?all was good, dawg, it?s a lot of niggas doin? time
Because of some of the motherfuckers out here, dawg
And now when a nigga get locked up, man
Why?all can't make sure dawg got canteen money
Why?all can't make sure why?all send dawg flicks, man
why?all can't kept dawg phone calls, man
You put a block on the phone ?'cause your fuckin? another nigga, man
Dawg, keep it real with yourself, homie
If dawg looked out for you and took care of you, my nigga
For two, three years while you was out of here, dawg
The least you can do is take care of dawg two or three years, dawg
The song "Bid Long" by Plies is an emotional tribute to his friends who are incarcerated and emphasizes the importance of supporting and remembering them despite their absence. Plies acknowledges the pain and loneliness that his friends experience in prison, and how communication from family and friends can make the difference in helping them stay strong. Through his lyrics, Plies makes an impassioned plea for people in his community to remember those who are incarcerated, and for those who are incarcerated, to stay strong and resilient.
In the first verse, Plies acknowledges that some people forget about their incarcerated friends, which can make it difficult to maintain strong relationships with them. Plies then reflects on the harsh reality that some of his friends will never be released from prison and how young people face losing their entire lives. Plies makes it clear that he's not just talking about acquaintances in jail, but people that he cares about deeply.
The second and third verses delve deeper into Plies' experiences with his incarcerated friends, who offer a perspective on the pain of being locked up. Through this song, he urges friends and family to support people who are incarcerated and to remember them when they are in prison. He also notes how some people forget about their incarcerated friends, while others don't take responsibility for the mistakes they've made. The sentiment that runs through the song is that no one deserves to be forgotten or abandoned.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ALGERNOD WASHINGTON
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It’s 2022 and I came back to hear this greatness
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