nobody, nobody, nobody love you like i love you, girl oh yeah, and i got you, i got you when it gets dark in this lonley world whenever you're lost i'm never too far away whenever you're lost
' **** wit da same **** But it's time to make a change So l rock up my rhymes like krack kokaine I'm in da game, much love to my nigga Snoop It woodn
, hot) The Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz
mean, make a brother feel good, word up! Brother feel energized, I wanna dedicate this one to the game That put me on the map I know you love it, the game is so
rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks, official Lost Boyz
dawgs at? What city or set ya claim? Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain outta control, we so cold (so
[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 chick Me and my click, we
so slow I got the whole family on my back All I do is eat and sleep Run the street with that steel pack You know the lost boyz got With timbs and jeans
stilla Love, peace and nappiness, love peace and nappiness Love, peace and nappiness, love peace and nappiness Love, peace and nappiness, love peace and nappiness Love, peace and nappiness, love
stomach dogg gone it tell my why they wanna kill daz cause daz gets the killin and buillin cash rounds so get tell me i'll come around so get down lost boyz
s a New York City War Call for you all Us cats gettin green, by all means love the war A midnight special billy New York call So when you squeeze it kid
Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radio Live as stereo so once again here we go To all my real cats who love to hear the real rappin I still understand
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
OUT BLOWIN LIKE DYNOMITE JUS CHILL WIT MY LACS DONT TAX LOST BOYZ IN THE BACKS CHORUS VERSE THREE (DECKS) YA FIND A WAY TO REALLY RUN THRU WHEN ITS ON SO
how I flip the shit Ayo ya niggas ya be counterfeit, so tone it down a bit A move along with you bullshit Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel You can't hold us down
I love my niggas So my niggas come first Cheeks, you feel me son? Fuck the trips, fuck the whips and exotic women Let's stack the dough so we can see
went and got the mole He said he's at the party, yeah we just did the show Now all my peeps is on the floor and they bouncin' The Lost Boyz is in the
tell you what, you play the stage when I get on So when I get off, me and you can get our shit on And tell your friends to come along, so we can play