Lost Boyz

Lost Boyz

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  • Lost Boyz Lost Boyz - Da Game Lyrics

           

    YO I NEEDS DOUGH YOU NEEDS DOUGH WE NEEDS DOUGH SO YO (X4)

    VERSE ONE (MR CHEEKS)

    PUT ON MY THINKIN CAP
    DONT KNOW TO RAP ABOUT THE NIGGAS GETTIN OUTTA STATE TRAP
    LIVIN DAT YO WHUTS UP BLACK
    WELL ITS MY THIRD DAY HOME AND NOT A CENT TO MY NAME
    NO JOBS THEY CLAIM IM BACK IN THE DRUG GAME
    I NEED SOME MONEY IN A HURRY
    IM SINGIN MY BABY BOY TROY HE'LL BE TWO NEXT FEBRUARY
    IM IN THE CRIB WIT MY MAN
    MY NIGGA VAN DAM
    AN WERE THINKIN OF AN OUTTA STATE PLAN PEEP IT
    MY MAN ROLLA DOUGHS FLYIN UP ON FRIDAY
    HES BUY'N A HALF AN BOUNCIN BACK ON THE HIGHWAY
    NOW FRIDAY COMES MOMS IS BEEFIN CAUSE IM CURSIN
    SHE SMELLS CHEEB ON ME IMA WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSON
    WELL I GUESS IM GOIN TA CHEET
    SHE UNDERSTOOD THE CHAT
    NOW CALL ME WHEN YA GET THERE AN TELL ME WHERE YOU AT
    ALL RITE MA
    I CHECKED OUT ALL MY NIGGAS THEN WE JETTED
    WIT FIFTY BALLS A PEICE BROUGHT A PEICE FOR UNLEADED
    SMOKIN BLUNTS FORTY OUNCIN
    G AND P BOUNCIN
    THIS IS HOW WE DO
    WES THE LOST BOYZ CREW

    CHORUS

    WE IN THE GAME THE BITCHES THE MONEY THE CARS (X4)

    VERSE TWO (MR CHEEKS)

    DREAMS IN THE HEAD WE GONNA BLOW
    46 BALLS A PEICE AN EACH GOT AN O
    IN THE TRUNK PUNK
    WE BOUNCIN TO JAMAICA QUEENS FUNK
    AN INSIDE THE BLUNT 21 SKUNK
    WERE HEADED FOR THE BELLY AN WERE ENTERIN THE MOUTH
    NIGGAS IN THE HAT BLACK AN YO WE HEADED SOUTH
    NOW THAT DONT LOOK RITE
    BUT LISTEN BLACK WE BE AIIGHT
    SMOKIN BLUNTS BY THE BOXES
    GHETTO CHAMPAIGNE IS CHILL
    STOP BACK THE FIRST BIT BOYS FOR GAS AN A MEAL
    NOW EVERYBODIES LOOKIN AT THE NIGGAS FROM NEW YORK
    FIELD JACKETS ON AN THEY PEEP AS WE TALK
    I SAY TO PRETTY LOU WELL LOOK A ROLLA DOUGHS HAT
    I WANT ONE OF THEM SHITS BY THE TIME I GETS BACK
    WE GOT THE GAS ATE A MEAL ON THE ROAD ONCE AGAIN
    TALIQS ON THE BLUNT G AN P'S ON THE HENN

    CHORUS

    VERSE THREE (MR CHEEKS)

    NOW WE REACHED THE DESTINATION 1 OCLOCK ON THE DOT
    WENT TO CHECK OUT THE SPOT
    ITS RITE NEXT TO A LOT
    WE JUMPED OUT THE CAR WE GOT THE WHOLE TOWN STARIN
    AT THE NEW YORK CITY PLATES AN THE TOUGH SHIT WE WEARIN
    I GUESS IT ALL SEEMS THAT WE CAME TO CAUSE RACKET
    MY NIGGAS IN THE ACK AN EACH GOT A FIELD JACKET
    A WEEK DOWN THE LINE WE GOT SHIT ON THE BALL
    EVERY SINGLE DAY WE GETTIN FRESH IN THE MALL
    TROOPIN
    PLUS WE GOT THE CAR WASH MOVIN
    WE GETTIN OUR CONNECTS FROM A CUBAN NAMED RUBIN
    HANGIN OUTTA STATE
    PO NINE IS A PEASANT
    LIVIN IN THE PARK BUT IN THE PARK IT AINT SO PRESENT

    CHORUS

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