Lost Boyz - Ordinary Guy Lyrics
{*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 chickMe and my click, we was on the Van WyckA whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaksThe music lowers down and this passenger speaksIt's a, flame of mine from back in the dayJohn Adams High down on RockawayLike to blow around the smoke in the air from the treesfrom the way it's lookin, word they still gettin G'sScoped out the whip, I'm checkin out each honeyThey must be gettin money, I didn't see code 20(?)The L's was burnin, Alize is what they drinkinIf she said she's on the way and yo it really had me thinkinof back in the day when we both used to swerveAt parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herbWord my man I never hit it rawOn the strength to-*****in-day we still get it on, listenChorus: Mr. CheeksI'm, just your, ordinary guyLove *****es and money and love bein highRun with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky TahHow that sound?Ahhhhh-ahhhhhhHere's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)We used to get down and hustle my manBut nothing comes easy in this world full of shitNigga take this job and shove it out quick what[Mr. Cheeks]One day I'm workin up on the blockSlingin my mother*****in rockNow police they tried to run up on usMy niggaz tried to warn us (where at) on all the cornersAnd now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettinYou see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-edHopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyardI knocked on the door, yo whassup bruh?Yo let a nigga like, me inPolice they tryin to pull a nigga inThey lookin for the kid that's sellin that crack noteLookin for the suspect in the black coatYo, I'm not, I'm I'm not the baddestbut these mother*****ers know my statusNow peep it I be comin with the mother*****inthunder and the rain, I will remain, causeChorus[Freaky Tah]This job, shove it out quickNuttin come easy in this world full of shitUsed to put me down, to hustle with my manLittle somethin, from livin in the 'VilleHuh, huh, huh, hustle my manHuh, huh..[Mr. Cheeks]Now, now, now, now this one day I'm workin at JFKIt's the 4th of July, nigga HEY!Something's wrong man, I don't like this dayit's going too long man, I'm gettin strong manfrom pickin up these mother*****in bannersSee I want that shit to make my eyes sadSo I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10I'm all in and in the van with my manNow I'm up on the block, puffin lyeAnd I'm with Lou, Spig, and TahNow peoples lookin at us, lookin at usPolice they wanna come through and rushBut we ain't got no crack, we got weedThat's all we need, yes indeedAnd I'll, alwayssmoke weed in the hallways, causeChorus[Mr. Cheeks]Take this job and shove it out quickNothin comes easy in this world full of shitI used to get down and hustle my manHere's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)Now here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)We used to get down and hustle my manNow nothin comes easy in this world full of shitNigga take this job and shove it out quickTake this job and shove it out quickNothin comes easy in this world full of shitI used to get down and hustle my manWell here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)I used to get down, and hustle my manNow nothin comes easy in this world full of shitNigga take this job and shove it out quickWhat?{*ad libbing to the fade*
