[Mr. Cheeks]
Well listen Summer time in the city
Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas
Doin anythings on they baggy shorts
And kids is having fun in the park
But there’s a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark
Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms
Chattin with the next door neighbour sayin “Hi”
The folks that don’t ride
Her hands on the floor head cuz the sun keeps gettin in the rock
Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz
Strictly t-shirts or the boots
Standin on the van with, I’m wavin at chicks
Takin food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics
Lex, coups, beemers and benz
Niggas hangin with they man makin hits
We bouncin in the city

Chorus: 4X
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

[Mr. Cheeks]
In every borough there’s a crew
Of niggas smokin blunts and drinkin brew
Cuz that’s the way that us niggas do
With Newports in the ear, playin concrete sports
And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce
The would be throwin jams in the park
When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark
GG and G tapes are bangin, it’s strictly Spigg Nice
And that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayin
I’m given beats to my peeps when I pass through
In 89, cuz them shorties smoke grass too
To make a avenue, somethin in god rule
40 be, that is lee, agent I too
And to my peoples on the rock
132142, yeah that’s the rock
See Queens niggas do they thing
Champagne and rings don’t hold shit,
bang real niggas hang in the city

Chorus 4X

[Mr. Cheeks]
It’s about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese
And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries
When new burgers got a lot around the corner
See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?
I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south
Bounce bounce like that
Smokin charm as we creep thru the streets
Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats
They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok
Shorty bouncin with friends
3 piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz
I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel
Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield
So one two, this is how we do
Summer time, Lost Boyz comin thru in the city

Chorus 4X

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[Mr. Cheeks]
They won’t let us do no shows in New York
They won’t even let us fuckin talk
They say Lost Boyz be a gang
Nah man we just do our thing
Why we always in the cut sometime
Why we always sleep on bud sometime
Word I be askin myself that
While I turn my cat to the back
While I freestyle and rap
And watch them sharks that bite
Why god take me to Queens ville
Why them fuckin did what they did
I see B-Wild gettin down
Cocoa B, and J-Drama’s in town
I rep-re-sent my crew
Spigg Nice, Freaky Tah and Pretty Lou
I represent South Jamaica what?
Me and my team we’ll gettin ya gut
Stay trees with the fam all day
Write my name on the complex hallway
At my mans spot, where he be chillin at
Throw ya L’s in the sky if you feelin that
My man got me in the bread right now
My mans got me in it write now

Chorus:
Why, why, why (4X)

[Freaky Tah]
Aiyo, I’m choppin at Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou
Why you forgot the Fudge crew?
Why you forgot Lincoln BLVD?
Why you forgot my niggas that’s hard?
Why you forgot the playas the pimp?
Why you forgot my nine up dicks?
Why you forgot the whole world?
My little man, my girl
Why you think I jay walk?
Because Shakwan, Shane and more
Why you forgot Droi too?
The guy, killer bee, wild shroom
My man Mutt, and my nigga named Dew
And ACaf from the 134 crew
My niggas Jug and Drama
Aiyo why I love my mama
Why I love buddha?
Aiyo why that broad I shoot her?
Because she had my money
Laughin thinkin it’s funny
Took my daughter and all of my money from
My safe and yo I have none ‘in’
Im broke and I’m fucked up, see?
Aiyo that boy, he tried to stink me?
I’m sneaky Freaky Tah
And niggas ask me why
I be yellin so much
Cuz I get a strike just the right touch
On this track I get spelming
Shorties don’t wanna mess around me
Aiyo get and shake that doodoo brown man
Aiyo Tah, I like the way you sound man
You just represent your area
Aiyo I hope I aint scarin ya
Aiyo how we do? I dare eya
To get up in our fuckin area
This is how I do in New York
For 97 there’s no time to talk
Niggas lickin school faces and all that
This is how we do, we gon play and ball black
On the courts we get down and
Niggas don’t wanna mess around me
Haha, way to sound man
LB we creepin to your town

(Why shouted)

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[cheeks]
Yo yo now now now now

When i wake up before i gather up my pens
I shine up my fronts i give a dutch for all my mens
Throw on some marvin gaye
I smoke my weed and clean my kitchen dishes
Tec to the sky see how mom’s is always bitchin’
I’m done buffin’ got my cheese my pen & paper
It’s time for me here to prepare my caper
I written it down the line & now a ring is on my phone
It’s my nigga spigg nice he tellin’ me he in the zone
Yo i got the liquor the grain fool let’s make a tape
I’m caught up in my own zone can’t really escape
I ran it down the line as easy mo played the song
He checked my five he said to me yo later on
About an hour passes
About my loosey deuce deuce & my tinted glasses
I got the bike that i copped from my younger cousin
Cause that cat is up in class like a nickel & he wasn’t
I’m concentratin’ on these moves that i’ma soon be makin’
And once i break then i’ma show my peeps that i’m not fakin’
See my man pop or die from the block
Niggas wearin’ ? reverse as we handle barred it to the block
See certain situations happen
When you caught up in the ‘hood in the game of rappin’
You see scrappin’ now leads to cappin’
We used to have each other’s back
What the fuck happened? stupid
Yo fuck it
Anyway mary ?easter? record store
Walked to the back now let me get a four
Exit from the spot everybody know what’s hot
You get yours on & soon as you see ‘em
The thieves turn the block
Jump on them right now when niggas chillin’
If you ever sported it you know how i’m feelin’
Cracked open my st. ides took a squig
As mama blackwell whispered

You got it this time
He represents my crew
You represent my crew
We represent my crew
Represent your crew
He represents my crew
You represent my crew
We represent my crew
Yo represent yours crew

[a+]
Which one of y’all think you ill enough to bust a+
Get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We lb families niggas don’t understand us
Lyrical scanner diagnosin’ niggas with cancer
You got a problem i got the answer
Twin glocks goin’ bananas
Buckin’ innocent bystanders son
The total sum is a mathmatical function
I used to get suspended for keepin’ the class jumpin’
Had the blackboard with the chalk in my hand
Mr. cheeks snatched the thieves off the canibus plan
Watched the crowd get amped
While they scream & chant
It’s ill hot they can’t keep still like a fire drill
We desire mils from 97 until
Firin’ high caliber steel on this battlefield
Son,

Long isle’s my crew
Campstead is my crew
Parkside is my crew
Lost boyz is my crew
Group home is my crew
Everyone is my crew
Reebok’s my crew
It’s worldwide my crew

[canibus] <overlaps last line>
Strictly out for the fortune & fame
I entertain for my personal gain
Rock the gold chains
Big enough to cause neck pains
Canibus is my name
I be the last one to set it
You could find my name
In the lost boyz album credits
If you open up & look at the cover
You’ll see cop killin’ queens in this mothafucker
And we all represent the group home click
L-o-s-t b-o-y-z for the 96
And as the clock ticks record sales climb
I remember when them niggas first got signed
Fuckin’ with uptown bustin’ they ass e’ryday
From “lifestyles” to “jeeps” to “renee”
Now they gettin’ mad airplay all over new york
Top ten on ya soundscan report
Yo who woulda thought these four
Nappy headed niggas woulda got a article in billboard
For hard work produces results
And i’ma keep rockin’ ’til the day
Somebody stops my pulse
So yo tally up it’s the lost boyz crew
Mr. cheeks, taliek, spigg nice, & pretty lou
My crew

Yeah,
East coast myyy crew
West coast myyy crew
The whole world myyy crew
Group home myyy crew
Lost boyz myyyy crew
Lost boyz myyyy crew
Lost boyz myyyy crew
L-o-s-t b-o-y-z myyy crew
Ahhhh (my crew)

Yo for the 97 africa, jamaica, alaska, africa
I smoke trees with my…
Yo ’cause i beez with my…

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Verse 1
Yo the situations i’m in it seem my life’s out of order
Escape place my tape in the recorder
I sit back spark & listen’ start my reminiscin’
Realize that there’s mad fam’ missin’
I’m holdin’ back the tears
No doubt we lost many peers
Mom dukes held it down many years
Now many chumps came & left
When my pop dukes split
No doubt i had it bad as a kid
But held it down no ? to the school
Meetin’ slugger now everything’s cool
155 niggas kept it live no doubt
Mr. tel is comin’ down to roll out
We s’in (smokin’) out all the time in the yard all nine
Talkin’ ’bout that car’s mine
Young niggas growin’ up in the city
Enjoyed the streets ’cause at home things was shitty
My mom’s boyfriend tryin’ to break her down & hurt her
Not yet drinkin’ but still thinkin’ murder
Pro players & weeds under christmas trees
Gramma said there’ll be days like these
Now when my granpops passed away
What can i say?
A nigga flips still to this day
I’m gettin’ high drinkin’ whiskey with the thugs now
I’m on the van with my man sellin’ drugs now
I’m in my zone

Chorus
You see there’s 8 million stories in the spot i’m from
Lb fam never stop ’til the job gets done
Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say
Hot ass grams but it still be them games we play
<repeat>

Verse 2
In junior high me & lou we dressin’ neater
I’m on the special with taliek master skeeter
At hooky parties gettin’ tipsy with the bangdods
O e newports chicken wings & french fries
Knuckleheads s’in out on the school trips
Not into liquor at the time but took a few sips
I’m gettin’ life on young plan of makin’ g’s
Gettin’ dough from shovelin’ snow & rakin’ leaves
Politicin’ on the van with the old cats
Pushin’ plush cadillacs holdin’ cold gats
I wanna be like you one night i said to mike g.
His reply get yo’ money don’t be like me
I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame
I hustle to survive in the game
(i know) nothin’ else but hustlin’ & scramblin’
Jailtime, bustin’ & gamblin’
My main chick is on ‘caine now
I mean she ain’t actin’ the same now
I seen mad niggas in the game style
But the key to survival is maintain pal
Yo when i get enough cheese i’m gone
Until then life goes on &on &on &on &on

Chorus

Verse 3
Yo, eighteen years of age gettin’ green on the scene
In front of coliseum vibin’ with the team
Organized the lab different chicks same cab
Skills in the dice nice with the jab
I’m gettin’ money baggin’ honeys in the acres
Officials out to make a queen’s money makers
Ride around in stolen jeeps
Now as i creep through the streets i lost mad peeps
Now as the years ran on i noticed mad bang
Never go against the grain
Now durin’ that time we’s makin’ no cash
Sayin’ that this shit can’t last
Came up with this plot to get mad cheese
Right or wrong we’s official lb’z
Lost a lot of fam’ on the road to success
Rest in peace god bless

Chorus

Knowhatimean
Mr. sexxx queen’s most wanted luv bug starski
A ha a ha. lb fam group home be the click
Knowhatimean

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(Mr. Cheeks)
YouknowhatI’msayin?
Number one man bandit!
Shout-outs to JB, can’t forget my man J Mose
Some of that Gangsta Flex, my man Sexy Flex moved out
I can’t forget my man JR, 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

(Mr. Cheeks)
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
Psst, this is some ex shit that sounds absurd
I be spendin cash on everybody I know (I KNOW)
So don’t act like I know

(Chorus: Mr. Cheeks)
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 we know how we do
Everyday we smoke, 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 the brew
Bounce with the crews that love to have fun
We’ve been getting down since Day 1

(Mr. Cheeks)
Yo, yo, yo my brothers Freaky Tah you be getting high
And that’s, no mother, fuckin lie
Until the day I die, I’ma 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 night craner, blood rollin
We can’t fuck with no glasses…
(SO YO, WHAT’S WITH THOSE SHORTIES YO
YO THOSE CORNERS & THOSE REGULARS, WORD UP)
…bring the corpses, yeah

(Chorus: Mr. Cheeks)
Everybody know how we do
Everyday we smoke, 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, we drink the brew
Bouncin with my people that love to have fun
We’ve been getting down since Day 1

(Mr. Cheeks)
Be the star of your show, show be your star
I rip niggaz when I come to the bar
Order me a JD, 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’ma 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…

(Chorus: Mr. Cheeks)
Everybody know how we do
Everyday we smoke and 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 the brew
Bounce with my people that love to have fun
We’ve been getting down since Day 1

(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)
Word up, shit that’s your own fuckin, move us
KnowI’msayin, e’rybody 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 NYC representers
Yo, yo Queens Most wanted is in the house
My man Rob, he’s in the house
My man QB, 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 Compton 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

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chorus: (Sam Jones: I feel your love, it’s so love . . .)
I ain’t afraid to go where some niggas won’t
(Sam Jones: I feel your love, it’s so love . . .)
We ain’t afraid to do what some niggas won’t

Put you through hard times but you still stay by my side
I provide anything that you want and need
But you don’t mess with my liquor nor weed
Word to moms we could travel this world
See youse my wife no longer my girl
See people mad at the thing we got
Cause we come through the spot lookin’ hot, why not
Is it a crime at times when I nag you
I know shiesty cats that wanna bag you
It’s all good in my hood I did it too
What the hell this cat think he can do for you
That I don’t, haven’t already done
I used to deal with wicked chicks I found a steady one
As long as we keep it tight, build this communication
We’ll build a stronger foundation

(chorus)

I know you’ve had your flashbacks of what we been through
But it’s a whole different story when I mean you
Make it down to respect and protect you
And if any men disrespect you
Been through downs and ups, ups and downs
I wrote this here from the gut, how that sound
I lay it down while my man Chuck sings to you impressions
I bring to you glamourous life only for the wife
So others never give it baby livin’ trife
Cherishin’ all the moments that’s excitin’
It’s probably all of that cause I live fightin’
If you feelin’ bored get your thing on
If I really didn’t know you why’d I ring on
As long as we keep it tight and build this communication
We’ll build a stronger foundation

(chorus, repeat until end)

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[whistling]
Shorty!! shorty!!
Shorty c’mere baby girl! (i like what i see)
This go out to erybody man, a little station identification
And we call this one for all y’all, who be going to buy…

Chorus:

The cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, hit the ass
It’s the cheebas, the liquors
The condoms, that ass

Verse one: mr. cheeks

Now now now
Met this girl, just the other day
When i was up, on rockaway
She was in kennedy fried (word em up)
A little kill’s breast, and i said, “excuse me miss…
Maybe we can go and jus chat.” “about what?”
“about, about this about that.”
I bet i put somethin in yo mind
To make you heel it up bring it back come rewind
Now i’m, just a rap artist
Not sayin that i’m the best not the smartest but
But i come up wit things ya never seen
Things you never heard of like money and the murder like
Next thing you know we in the rest
Drinkin liqour, puffin on the buddha sess
I threw on me a rough rider
I slid inside her

Chorus:

Wit my cheebas, my liquors
My condoms, hit the ass
I had the cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, hit the ass
We had the cheebas, the liquors
The condoms, hit the ass
We had the cheeba, the liquor
The condom, the ass!!

Verse two: freaky tah

Don’t be fuckin wit my shorty, sippin on her forty
Or puffin on her blunt, cuz she’s no fuckin stunt
True to the game, goes to school for her edu-ma-cation
While i bounce around the nation
From nation and back to new york
I twist the cap, pop the cork
And take a long walk to the court
Buddha, i spark chill wit my crew
Who it be mr. cheeks when i sip my nigga brew
And get in, you gets the fan understand
Bouncin, we gets to buzzin forty ouncin
Hit virginia, i get the shorty-shorty
Hippin on the forty on the corner wanna bone
In home or out on my own
I get whatever hit her, and then get rid of her
After i’m done with it, my man, he wanna get with it
Then he hit it from da back, now my crew wanna hit it
But me freaky tah, trip off and i creep
Niggaz they be buggin, but don’t ever peep my style
My crew is buckwild
We been in this game for awhile

Chorus:

Smokin cheebas, the liquors
The condoms, the ass

It’s the cheebas, them liquors
The condoms, the ass (repeat 3x)

Verse three: mr. cheeks

Now before you run up in that
Wear your mutha poke-pro-fa-lac
Stick, before you run up in skinz
Before you bone, run your mouth to yo mens
Make sure that you protect yourself
That shows that you respect yourself
Now don’t violate your skin and your balls
You’ll be making, the phone call
See dr. abraham or them condoms now
You know that you best to be aware
Don’t go bustin up and nuttin in
Let a nigga from the lost boyz tell ya somethin
No man know he play he the fuckin game
But aids ain’t got no fuckin name
All you chancy niggaz that’s playin cute
Don’t jump, without a parachute

Verse four: pete rock

Yeah here we go as i shoot from the top of the key
The lost boyz in the house with the capital p
Grab a chair relax and pass the alize
I’ma tell you a little somethin about this chick around my way
She was a dime with a brown skin complexion
She looked so good you’d think you wouldn’t need protection
Girlfriend was top choice selection…
…around in every section
They got twisted, she said no condom so he risked it
Caught in the mix and now you sick kid
Word is bond, i thought by now you learned your lesson
Fucking around with no protection
So emphasize this, stressin the point, and analyze this
Don’t get caught, with the virus
It’s the chocolate boy wonder with the lb fam
Listen up, use your condom when your third leg stand

[chorus fades]

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Here’s a tune about this honey named renee
That i met one day
On my way back from john jay
I’m peepin’ shorty as she’s walking to the train
I tap her on her shoulders
Excuse me miss, but can i get your name
She said my name is renee
I said i got a whole lot to say
So may i walk you to your subway
She said if you want
So yo, we started talking
I brought two franks and two drinks
And we began walking
I had to see where that head was at
Because the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer
In other words shorty studies law
I’m telling shorty i’m a writer
And as she’s looking for the token
She drops a package of the ez rider
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don’t sweat the technique shorty rocks
I do the same thing
But yet i use philly blunts
She said i never dealt with philly blunts
Because i heard that’s for silly stunts
I said, nah they burn slower
Right now i really don’t know ya
But maybe later on i can get to show ya

Chorus:

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day i wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty(x2)

Verse two:

So now we sittin’ on the train
Besides the fingernails
Now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now i understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket,with some jeans and a chain that her moms gave her
Got off the train about 6:34
She wasn’t sure she had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib
And turned the lights on
A mad magazine stand
From essence to right on
A leather couch
Stero system with crazy cd’s
Understand cause she got cheese
She said cheeks do what you want
She said i’m gonna feed the dog
I said alright well i’m gonna roll this blunt
She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail, a t-shirt
A yo, fam i got a tender-roni girl
We’re sitting on the couch chattin
We’re smoking blunts off the balcony
We’re stearing at manhattan now
She started feeling on my chest
I started feeling on the breasts
And there’s no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, i got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate
And a blunt after we ate dinner
She had a tattoo she only wanted bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the jodeci
I’m like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it’s at.

Chorus (2x)

Verse three:

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter’s on the pillow eh
And this what the letter said
It said cheeks, i’ll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep
So i didn’t want to bother you
I left my number for shorty to call me later
Got dressed
Smoked a blunt
And then i bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I’m asking shorty what’s up with you
She’s asking what’s up with me
And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty
Crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, i never been in love
But everytime i’m burstin’ in and outta state
It’s shorty that i’m thinking of
I’m hanging out with my crew
I get a beep from renee
Because renee uses code too
But yet i’m chattin’ with her mom dukes
She said renee has been shot
So cheeks, meet me up at st. lukes
I jumps on the van wyck
I gotta make it there quick
A yo , this shit is gettin’ mad thick
Not even thinking about the po nine
I’m doing a buck, who gives a fuck
I’m smokin’ boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what’s going on
But by the time i reach the hospital
They tell me mr. cheeks
Renee is gone
I’m pouring beer out for my shorty who ain’t here
I’m from the ghetto
So listen
This is how i shed my tears

Chorus (2x)

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[Mr. Cheeks]
Shorty got a nigga back up against the wall
Short and sweet y’all, about 5 feet tall
Her and her friends burnin they weed, smellin good indeed
Yo you aint what I want, you somethin that I need
No frontin, I love the way you flick the hips
And you makin matters worst the way you lick your lips
Makin shit hard for me, while I’m in front of you
Try to keep it cool, but yet this what I wanna do
Take you by the hand bounce you up outta here
But yet I got a show to do, and that won’t be fair
You know my peoples came to see me, they spend money
They won’t understand I bounce with the ben honey
I tell you what you play the stage when I get on
So when I get off, you and me can get our shit on
And tell your friends to get along, so we can play the part
Before we hit the stage, we got some more to say to y’all

Chorus 2X:
All we know is drink, weed and screwin O’s
Gettin dough, spittin flows and yo doin shows
Keepin Crys, some pass me that Henny
No ice where the ballers at, let’s roll dice

[Mr. Cheeks]
V.I.P. chillin pal, knowin this year we about to make a killin now
People on the dance floor, lights swing around
You know the LB style, the what, these niggas bring to town
Comfortable shit that you can rock to
I got a extra sack of dough up in my sock true
This is how we rock, bubble like a speed knot
>From the O-Zone, on and every weed spot
Bunch of clown niggas that you see creepin through
Thinkin that they peepin us, aiyo we peepin you
Mad at us, we got the chicks poppin Mo wit us
You can stare but don’t discuss, aiyo these hoes with us
Bottom line, yo these sessy strictly LB
Yo these cats drop the hot LP’s, kid you smell trees?
Listen, veterans up in the game, you know the name
You know the reason why we came, for real

Chorus 2X

[Freaky Tah]
Booty want the mother, yeah I see you peepin me
From a distance, ya was lookin like you wanna creep with me
LB Fam, word up check it, hit the booty butt naked
Niggas yo you better respect it
Lost Boyz, like a rizza shit, hold the weight
My whole fam, came to set ya all straight
Jump in the car, peel out, shorty better chill out
Now now, how you do my fam? my crew?

[Mr. Cheeks]
We rule the state up in the scene
Drop the hot shit, that’s mean
Only out for one thing, and that’s green
And see my team shining, push the hot whips and keep cash
You got stash, yo nigga keep back
Niggas try to get us, can’t wait to find out the source that hit us
It’s time to see whose really wit us
6 Minutes till I’m on, I’m up and gone
Shorty dig my ghetto way, she is, she play along
Lock that us up like a pit, when it’s time to lock
I kick it wit ya niggas later, it’s time to rock

[Freaky Tah]
Run now, how we do now
Stay tight now, ok alright alright

Chorus 3X

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If love was a bird
Then we wouldn’t have wings
If love was a sky
We’d be blue
If love was a choir
You and I could never sing
Cause love isn’t for me and you

If love was an Oscar
You and I could never win
Cause we can never act out our parts
If love is the Bible
Then we are lost in sin
Because its not in our hearts

So why don’t you go your way
And I’ll go mine
Live your life, and I’ll live mine
Baby you’ll do well, and I’ll be fine
Cause we’re better off, separated

If love was a fire
Then we have lost the spark
Love never felt so cold
If love was a light
Then we’re lost in the dark
Left with no one to hold

If love was a sport
We’re not on the same team
You and I are destined to lose
If love was an ocean
Then we are just a stream
Cause love isn’t for me and you

So why don’t you go your way
And I’ll go mine
Live your life, and I’ll live mine
Baby you’ll do well, and I’ll be fine
Cause we’re better off, separated

Girl I know we had some good times
It’s sad but now we gotta say goodbye
Girl you know I love you, I can’t deny
I can’t say we didn’t try to make it work for you and I
I know it hurts so much but it’s best for us
Somewhere along this windy road we lost the trust
So I’ll walk away so you don’t have to see me cry
It’s killing me so, why don’t you go

So why don’t you go your way
And I’ll go mine
Live your life, and I’ll live mine
Baby you’ll do well, and I’ll be fine
Cause we’re better off, separated

See its a shame when you’re working on doing well
People hate you yeah
Buying nothing that’s not the best for yourself
Then they really hate you yeah
You gotta live for you and no one else
Don’t let ‘em make you feel
Like you’re not being real
Just live how you wanna live
You gotta do for you

(Dig that)
If you work hard then play hard
(Dig that)
And do what you wanna do
(Dig that)
Just pop ya collar
Don’t let what people say bother you
(Dig that)
You perpetrators I got something to say
(Dig that)
You can eat it or throw it away
(Picture that)
You’re just mad cause you’re following in my trap
But can you dig that?

1 – Hey ladies and my fellas
You know you’re doing cause they jealous
(Pop, pop)
And when they hate cause you’re a go-getter
(Pop, pop)
Pop ya colla, don’t let ‘em sweat you
(Pop)

Repeat 1

You can see me every week
Hanging out with a different girl sitting next to me
Cause I’m not up to settle down right now
I gotta be free
Some of y’all fellas might be jealous
But y’all know that don’t phase me
I just pop my collar, tip my hat
Turn my back on the ones that hated me

(Dig that)
Never going home alone
(Dig that)
If she follows then you know it’s on
(Dig that)
She gets the finger not the cellular phone
(Never that)
I let her know I won’t be around for long
(Dig that)
To all you haters I got something to say
(What’s that?)
You can eat it or throw it away
(Picture that)
Stop hating, wishing, waiting
Anticipating for my year to fade, oh yea

Repeat 1 (2x)

I break my neck for the things I get
So much sweat just so I can get that check
And I’m not gonna let nobody bring me down
Nobody’s gonna steal my crown
Because I eat good, I live good
I rock good, my life’s good
If you got a lot and you’re working for it
Pop ya collar don’t be afraid to show it

Repeat 1 (4x)

If I want to – I can take you from your man
With my eyes closed
I can have you eating out the palm out of my hand
And all your little girl friends to
(No you can’t – you’re a playa I don’t want you)
Yes I can and I will if I – if I want to
If I – if I want to baby

Ain’t nobody tryna clown you
But you’re too damn old to play high school games with me
(You know that – too damn old)
Yes you do
Cause even when I’m not around you
I hear from my friends you be asking ’bout me
(What’s up with him – that’s what you be saying)

I don’t really care
How long you’ve been together with your man?
It’s just a matter of time
Before I make you mine
I wanna make it clear
So there’s no misunderstandings
That I get what I want – when I want, yeah

If I want to – I can take you from your man
With my eyes closed
I can have you eating out the palm out of my hand
And all your little girl friends to
(No you can’t – you’re a playa I don’t want you)
Yes I can and I will if I – if I want to
If I – if I want to baby

If I want to – I can take you from your man
With my eyes closed
I can have you eating out the palm out of my hand
And all your little girl friends to
(No you can’t – you’re a playa I don’t want you)
Yes I can and I will if I – if I want to
If I – if I want to baby

(Yeah, uh – oh)
That I get what I want – when I want
If I wanted to

(If I wanted to – I’d have you doing whatever I want you to)
(You know – right now I’m just not really doing that)
(But if I wanted to – anything)
(I’m saying – you and your girls, I could have them too)
Listen to me!

If I want to – I can take you from your man
With my eyes closed
I can have you eating out the palm out of my hand
And all your little girl friends to
(No you can’t – you’re a playa I don’t want you)
Yes I can and I will if I – if I want to
If I – if I want to baby

[Usher]
It’s right around eleven o’clock
One of your girls just called
Asked you how you look, are you ready?
You tell her you look hot
Not to worry at all
Niggas will be shook – y’all doin’ it heavy
She;s telling you she might change
But you tell her not to
She know that she looks stunning
It’ll be fine
The club will be full of game
But none of that has got’chu
Me – I think you’re running
Cause I’m the one

I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh
I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh

You’re probably thinking to yourself
What’s the occasion?
And believe me girl I don’t do sex for fun
The perfect gentleman in every situation
And the only thing that’s missing – is the one
Is it you?

I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh
I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh

Sing it
(La, la, la, la)
Ghetto girls
(La, la, la, la)
Suburban girls
(La, la, la, la)
International girls – smell me?
(La, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la)
Ghetto girls
(La, la, la, la)
Suburban girls
(La, la, la, la)
International girls – smell me?
(La, la, la, la, la)

Had to take the time
To open up your mind
That’s exactly what you are – open
Look at the mesmorizing grind
She should be a crime
Damn baby you’re a star
You’re smoking

You’re probably thinking to yourself
What’s the occasion?
And believe me girl I don’t do sex for fun
The perfect gentleman in every situation
And the only thing that’s missing – is the one
Is it you?

I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh
I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh

Sing it
(La, la, la, la)
Ghetto girls
(La, la, la, la)
Suburban girls
(La, la, la, la)
International girls – smell me?
(La, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la)
Ghetto girls
(La, la, la, la)
Suburban girls
(La, la, la, la)
International girls – smell me?
(La, la, la, la, la)

It’s real serious
You’re so fine girl
At the end of the day – I’m going home with you

I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh
I don’t know what you came to do girl
What you came to do tonight
But I came to party, oh

It’s time to man up
I’m man enough
It’s time to man up
I’m man enough
I’m man enough for you
It’s time to man up

The phone is off, the blinds are down
Me and my heart are out of town
The sign is hammered up
Do not disturb
Don’t say another word to me

It’s time to man up
I’m man enough
I’m man enough for you
It’s time to man up
I’m man enough
I’m man enough for you
It’s time to man up

In my heart of hearts I know it well
I hit the ground hard when I fell
Not licking wounds but more like sewing them up
Man it was rough for me

But it’s time to man up
I’m man enough
I’m man enough for you
It’s time to man up
I’m man enough
I’m man enough for you
It’s time to man up

You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear,
Voices singing, “Let’s be jolly,
Deck the halls with boughs of holly”,
Rockin’ around the Christmas tree,
Have a happy holiday,
Everyone dancin’ merrily,
In the new old-fashioned way.

Interlude

You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear,
Voices singing, “Let’s be jolly,
Deck the halls with boughs of holly”,
Rockin’ around the Christmas tree,
Have a happy holiday,
Everyone dancin’ merrily,
In the new old-fashioned way.

[Verse 1]
On a day, like today
I got out of bed, upped and went my way
Tryin’ to find some peace within
But here ain’t no rest for a weary man

Everything seemed to get me down
Looking everywhere just to find a smile
Then the phone rings and an angel sings
“Hello (Hello)”

[chorus]
And it’s funny you should call today
It’s been too long, thought you just moved on
And it’s funny you should call today
You always found a way to make my day

[Verse 2]
Girl, tell me how is your family
I can’t believe that you thought of me, baby
Baby, my heart is beating fast
You don’t know how much I missed our past, mmm, yeah

Seen a friend of mine a month or so
She said you’re doin’ well, you’ve got it going on
Then the phone rings and an angel sings
“Hello (Hello)”

[repeat chorus]

Baby,it’s like you know when I was down and out (down and out)
Like in the past when you would bail me out(bail me out) baby baby
And I just want to wanna thank you girl
Just to hear your voice girl, it changed my world

And it’s funny you should call today
Oh, it’s been too long, thought you just moved on
And it’s funny you should call today
You always found a way to make my day

Ain’t it funny you should call today
I think about you often, baby, yeah, yeah
And it’s funny you should call today
We can just be friends, babe, ain’t got to be your
man, no way, no way

Said it’s funny, funny you should call me
‘Cause I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you, babe, I’ve been
thinkin’ ’bout you, I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you, baby
Ain’t it funny, ha-ha, you should call today
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha, funny you should call, funny you
should call

Said call me, oh, baby, now, call me
Seems like you know when things are goin’ wrong

(sung)
The seaweed is always greener
In someone else’s lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you looking for?

Under the sea, under the sea
Darling its better down where its wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we’re devoting full time to floating
Under the sea

Down here all the fish is happy
As after the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain’t happy
They sad cause they’re in the bowl
The fish in the bowl is lucky
They’re in for a worser fate
One day when the boss get hungry
Guess who goin’ be on the plate?

Wo-no, under the sea
Under the sea
Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us
In frickazee
We what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We’ve got no troubles, life is the bubbles

Under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
Since life is sweet here, we got the beat here
Naturally (naturally-ee-ee-ee)
Even the sturgeon and the ray
They get the urge and start to play
We’ve got the spirit, you’ve got to hear it
Under the sea

The lute play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass and they soundin’ sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul (yeah)
The ray, he can play the lings on the strings
The trout acting out
The blackfish he sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it’s at
And oh, that blowfish blow!

(instrumental)

Yeah, under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
When the sardine begin the beguine
It’s music to me (music is to me)
What do they got, a lot of sand?
We’ve got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here know how to jam here
Under the sea
Each little slug here cutting a rug here
Under the sea
Each little snail here know how to wail here
That’s why it’s hotter under the water
Yeah, we’re in luck here down under the muck here
Under the sea

Didn’t I do it baby
Didn’t I do right
why you wanna leave me baby
Didn’t I treat you right

I bought you diamond rings
Everything, that a woman could need
I bought you cars, cloths, a home
when things were rough for me I kept all **** and back again

Didn’t I
Didn’t I
Didn’t I
Didn’t I

There’s something wrong with you
Tell Me
Bring me all your troubles girl
You look bad, you should be glad
Your leading man, always be glad, Sit by home
and let me kiss ya lovely lips

Didn’t I do it baby
Didn’t I do right
why you wanna leave me baby
They say I didn’t treat you right

So much you mean to me
that you don’t know
talk to me