it over here, niggaz gettin blunted over here [mr. cheeks] Spiggy nice, field jackets and I keep my jeans saggin You use the ? ? ? , see it's ? ? ? sense the dragon It's lost boyz
[Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds] [Mr. Cheeks] I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick Me and my click, we
Now,now,now Now now now Queen's most wanted, shout out's to The bandit baby R I P we represent the L B To the day we die run with Lou Spigg nice freaky
money still tied the fuck up confessin' I blow some smoke into his eyes "Here nigga, take two more puff before you die" Yo, I stood up, about faced him and yo lost
town We lovin' Tai on the floor, smokin' Lai wit tips Ladies in the amazin', 'cuz we in the mix All the peeps from my hood wearin' timbs and jeans Lost boyz
so slow I got the whole family on my back All I do is eat and sleep Run the street with that steel pack You know the lost boyz got With timbs and jeans
chill And let us cast niggaz skills represent Niggaz scheme on my team, 'cause we be big Yo, you can try to bring prime mills to the real Lost Boyz
any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head like you was doin sit-ups Lost Boyz nad
[Verse 1] I'm in this slight situation I'm at this chick's crib uptown niggas try to come through and lock you down it seems like a setup now niggas
It's time to show minds once again Bunch of friends yo, shit here will never end So top tennin all niggas and locked in pen One, we come through we shit
Let's see these niggas gummin' Since '86 we had the streets hummin' I bet these niggas never seen it coming Every days a crisis Seems like paying dues
[J-Drama] Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this track Who wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me back Sparkin the dutches every day, Colabo with
is where me and my weed and my liquor stay Cat's set it off Thinkin' about it Know LB's far from soft And we don't take no lost, in the game Told them
then we jetted With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for unleaded Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P bouncin' This is how we do, we is the Lost Boyz
Yeah, 1997 Tony Fantell Me and my crazy world You know what I'm saying Will my niggas that feel me throw your hands up You know what I'm saying All my
[Mr. Cheeks] What's ya niggas thinkin? Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin? Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin You must be coked out, frontin
Okay, me Freaky Tah, goin' up for me Met two shorties, yeah, no doubt Took out the weed, back to the house Told my niggas to get the hell out 'Bout to
Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radio Live as stereo so once again here we go To all my real cats who love to hear the real rappin I still understand
