Lost Boyz

Yo, you ready back there?
All right, one shot deal productions
Bring it to ya live straight from South Jamaica, Queens
L B Fam
You know what I'm sayin'?
Number one man bandit
Shout-outs to J B, can't forget my man J Mose
Some of that gangsta flex, my man Sexy Flex moved out
I can't forget my man J R, what, what
Say no more, Scott, Big L, my man, what, what
Hahaha, it's all real, it's Lost Boyz baby
This how we do now, back now, you on this here now
Yo, yo, yo a nigga like me is in this here rap game
Niggaz actin' like Mr. Cheeks ain't the same
But first of all I make cash moves outta state
And I can't help but if my shit is tryin' to go platinum
Lately, you see my team is X-rated
Ah, the deal, peoples know how I feel
I still love my family and friends
Just because I'm bouncin' in and out of state
And we collectin' ends
They think shit has change, like up the words
This is some X shit that sounds absurd
I be spendin' cash on everybody I know
So don't act like I know
This is how we do
Represent for my fam and crew
My man Bink got that shit that makes me smoke and drink
We tickle bitches pink, bring the feathers
Yeah everybody know how we do
Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew
Bounce with the peoples that love to have fun
We've been getting down since day 1
Everybody just know how we do
Everyday we smoke and we drink that brew
Bounce with my crews that love to have fun
We've been getting down since day 1
Yo, yo, yo my brothers Freaky Tah you be getting high
And that's, no mother, fuckin' lie
Until the day I die, I'm a always puff lye
Niggaz, take care of people, still some tough guys
Yeah, yeah you right, I run with my mens
We be in the caravan countin' up the trans kid
Or sold the fifty dollar bill
We be givin competition, your motherfuckin' cheddar's
Fuck what you wear, rap ain't about rappin' about your clothes
No wooly I suppose that you're ill
Kid I gotta, see your skill, I got that
Shit to pay the rent and shit to pay the bills
So yo, stop the maddest, my crews not the baddest
I tuck 'em in the cradle[Incomprehensible]
So yo, what's with those shorties yo
Yo those corners and those regulars, word up
[Incomprehensible] bring the corpses, yeah
Everybody know how we do
Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew
Bounce with the peoples that love to have fun
We've been getting down since day 1
Everybody just know how we do
Everyday we smoke and we drink that brew
Bouncin' with my people that love to have fun
We've been getting down since day 1
Be the star of your show, show be your star
I rip niggaz when I come to the bar
Order me a J D, niggaz lookin' shady
At me and my team and my main ladies
Stop that, you need to just chill
See I'm that nigga with the real rap skill
I'm a drop a bomb and I, stay calm and I
Even if I handle fire alarm
'Cause I stay in situations
Niggaz be fuckin' with only food dilations
That's all around town, we get down
First of all, you best to make a call and I'll, I'll be, comin',
Aiyyo I got this mans spot you should've filled up drummin'
My man Bink make me wanna bounce
Puff on the lye and drink a forty ounce
One more time now
Everybody know how we do
Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew
Bounce with the people that love to have fun
We've been getting down since day 1
Everybody just know how we do
Everyday we smoke and we drink that brew
Bounce with my people that love to have fun
We've been getting down since day 1
Word up, shit that's your own fuckin', move us
Know what I'm sayin'? Everybody that's livin'
All my niggaz that's locked down keeps ya fightin'
Word up, gotta keep it tight, like this one time
We represent Queens it's N Y C representers
Yo, yo Queens most wanted is in the house
My man Rob, he's in the house
My man Q B, he's in the house
My motherfuckin' Bink Gator's in the house
No doubt, what, what, we in the house
My man Spank G he in the house
It's, it's Freaky Tah he in the house
My man Pretty Lou he in the house
My whole main Crompton crew, bounce
Everybody is outside, bounce
All of my niggaz upstate, bounce
All of my niggaz downstate, bounce
All of my boyz outta state, bounce