Lost Boyz - Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz & Benz Lyrics
Lyrics mr. cheeks()freaky tahIntro: mr.cheeksYeahLb fam finally up in this pieceGot my mans that put me on, you know what Im sayinWant a shout out to the uptown, know what sayinWord upMca, this is how we do everydayMe and freaky tah..hahPretty lou, my man, spigg niceWe be gettin down representinSo this is how we goLet me let you know, howIt be, in da, g-h-e, double t-oRyhme name hoThey be runnin shit down the lineHey, if you hear a mistake rewindVerse one:Whose the best whose the worst in this here rap gameFor those who claim to be the bestI tear them out the frameIm representin puttin queens on the map (you wear)Double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rapCome up with a style to make con-versitalDont treat me like no lame Ive been in this game for awhileIve seen alot ta come,(come)Ive seen alot a go(go), Ive seen alot ta breakIve seen alot to blow, a yoIts a trip to see a nigga slipGeta grip nigga, nigga geta grip, getaYou dont even know the half of my crewTo be talking, but youre talking and you act like you knewYo set it, you *****in crossed the line and hit the borderLb fam start attacking some attacking outa orderPut on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture matsAnd get the gats just in case you take it to the stacksChorus:Shout out to the jeeps,Its the lex coups, bimas and the benz(and the benz)To all my ladies and my men(my men)To all my peoples in the pen(in the pen)Keep your head upAnd to the hoods(the hood)East coast, west coast and world wide(world wide)Aint nuttin wrong with puffin on lai(on lai)And if youre with me let me hear you say ri-ghtVerse two:Now a ... now... now a dayzNiggaz frontin like they ill(like they ill)Now bustin caps and got a mutha*****inThings to do to show his skillRecognize, nigga what you frontin forI know your styleYou neva hit a blunt beforeOh, your just another in the race (man you betta stop)Fakin gats, takin up spaceTo me your nuttin but a needle in the hay stackListen kid Ive been doing this since way backIn the day, ace duce tre, at the bestUp to zimbobwae, heyWhose the best, I want the best to come test meSo I can release some stress from my chest gIs you down to go pound for pound,Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for roundIm wonderin cuz I bring the thunder and the rainCausin confusion to your brainChorusVerse three:Keep the shit live for the year nine fiveI got more niggaz in my tribeThan theres beez in the bee hiveLb fam everyday stay highMr. cheeks, everyday highConsentrate to get my shit straight, make us waitBefore its too *****in lateThe lost boyz, yeah thats who I bez wit,Thats who I runs witWho I smoke treez witPack your bags, head outta town,Ill be back around so be gone before sundownFrom jamaica comes a nigga named cheeks,With techniques of the streetsOver rough neck beatsThis room is going bounce about the cheeks cant rememberIm the mutha*****er choppin crews like a chainsawTalk what you what taDo what you gottaWell let me tell you something man you cant do me naddaChorusOutroNow if you listen to my album, you see we only dealWit the real deal street lif
