Lost Boyz (Remix) - FroStyles

Yo i needs dough you needs dough we needs dough so yo (x4) Verse one (mr cheeks) Put on my thinkin cap Dont know to rap about the niggas gettin outta state trap Livin dat yo whuts up black Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name No jobs they claim im back in the drug game I need some money in a hurry Im singin my baby boy troy he'll be two next february Im in the crib wit my man My nigga van dam An were thinkin of an outta state plan peep it My man rolla doughs flyin up on friday Hes buy'n a half an bouncin back on the highway Now friday comes moms is beefin cause im cursin She smells cheeb on me ima whole different person Well i guess im goin ta cheet She understood the chat Now call me when ya get there an tell me where you at All rite ma I checked out all my niggas then we jetted Wit fifty balls a peice brought a peice for unleaded Smokin blunts forty ouncin G and p bouncin This is how we do Wes the lost boyz crew Chorus We in the game the bitches the money the cars (x4) Verse two (mr cheeks) Dreams in the head we gonna blow 46 balls a peice an each got an o In the trunk punk We bouncin to jamaica queens funk An inside the blunt 21 skunk Were headed for the belly an were enterin the mouth Niggas in the hat black an yo we headed south Now that dont look rite But listen black we be aiight Smokin blunts by the boxes Ghetto champaigne is chill Stop back the first bit boys for gas an a meal Now everybodies lookin at the niggas from new york Field jackets on an they peep as we talk I say to pretty lou well look a rolla doughs hat I want one of them shits by the time i gets back We got the gas ate a meal on the road once again Taliqs on the blunt g an p's on the henn Chorus Verse three (mr cheeks) Now we reached the destination 1 oclock on the dot Went to check out the spot Its rite next to a lot We jumped out the car we got the whole town starin At the new york city plates an the tough shit we wearin I guess it all seems that we came to cause racket My niggas in the ack an each got a field jacket A week down the line we got shit on the ball Every single day we gettin fresh in the mall Troopin Plus we got the car wash movin We gettin our connects from a cuban named rubin Hangin outta state Po nine is a peasant Livin in the park but in the park it aint so present Chorus

But I'm sayin', kid It's only right to represent where I'm from East Coast bottom line But I represent, wherever I go I'll be on the West Coast We be getting' high with the fellas who puff on the lye For me, Lou, Spigg, and Tah Everyday you know how we do (Woo!) Brothers tryin' to wreck the crew We be havin' mad fun Niggas known me from day one Lifestyles of the rich and shameless Violating, they would end up nameless Yo Raff, ring the alarm I know Spigg's got my back Freaky Tah spark the charm Give a one-two, for my man Pretty Lou As I bless the rest of my New York City, boo As we continue to bring you the flav' Representin' LB, from the cradle to the grave Now how's that, one time for your mind But when I write down the line I give sight to the blind I'm comin' through with my clique Whatcha gon' do when shit gets thick? Is you gonna start your runnin' and hidin'? Is you gonna start your slippin' and slidin'? Man, I thought you had this game in the smash How do it feel with real niggas in your ass? Mr. Mr. Cheeks, Freaky Freaky Tah Pretty Pretty Lou, Spiggy Spigg Nice, say One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, my Fam Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high Mr. Sexxx, hit me off with this drug called a track Plug me in give me the sign to react on Whoever comes in my path To cut that ass in half; I make 'em feel the wrath Yeah, yeah are there any volunteers Down to lose their careers? Yo, we feels no fears Legal drug thugs comin' through, that's the deal Beyond 9-5 LB Fam keep it real It's hard as cleats walkin' on the fuckin' streets Po-nine walks beats And even my wife Cheeks So I gots to tally up and get it on Get it on, word is born, word is on Shit is on, shit is on I must represent for my fam Real niggas get rich and bitch niggas scram Till the day that I die it's LB From the year '95 and true 'G's One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, my Fam Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high To all of my, all my niggas doin' bids To all of my shorties on their own raising kids To all of my peoples who can't see that we made it Niggas know the deal, on the real this is rated Hit it to the left Who's the first one to get it to your mind and State of shock when I hit it Run up on niggas who be frontin' and scamming Hey yo, that's word to mine Get that Guy's for my Fam Nobody wants in and nobody wants out Smokin' trees, gettin' 'G's, that's what we's all about Try to put it on for the year nine pound I represent my town, show 'em how I get down L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z Style flows on through four families I'ma stay tree till the day that I die Go with Pretty Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah (Word up) One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, my Fam Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high One for the money Two for the lye Three for my peoples in the struggle gettin' by Four, my Fam Lou, Spigg Nice, and Freaky Tah Music makes me high Hey yo, gettin' high New York is high East Coast, y'all get high West Coast, you get high Now my man named Sexxx is high Charles Suitt, he be high To my man Big Tiz, he be high Niggas on the lockdown be high With niggas like this Sweatin' up in the studio (So high, so high) So high, Mr. Mr. Cheeks is high Four is high L-O-S-T-B-O-Y-Z, high Niggas they be best don't try High till the day I die

Yeah, 1997 Tony Fantell Me and my crazy world You know what I'm saying Will my niggas that feel me throw your hands up You know what I'm saying All my honeys that know how we do throw your hands up This the joint, for real Yeah, we got my team in here [Incomprehensible] how we always do representing knocking shit down Yeah, right Feel me, yeah Come on Now, I'm in love with these two chicks I don't know which one to pick My feelings for them both are getting thick Now am I wrong 'cause I don't wanna lose none of them Am I confused? 'Cause I don't wanna choose one of them It's no doubt I think about my honeys everyday It's no question show my honeys love in every way Possible, I once took my shorty to the hospital She cut that hand on glass, plus I love that ass Short and sexy, lips always wet see I go downtown 'cause it's fresh plus she lets me Rub it the right way like Johnny Gill would say I'm glad you feel that way, sometimes we just chill and lay In the sack, I rub her back when we're resting It was love at first sight my confession She know who she is, can't say her name 'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game Word up I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't wanna let none of them go Yo, I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't wanna let none of them go Now, my next one, she lives out of state I mean the sex and conversation situation is great Every time I hit town we make a date And when it's time to chill my shorty can't wait Now, I can still remember when we first met each other Exchanged numbers promised we won't forget each other Goes to work and school, that's cool No doubt, that's why a nigga went that route Uniform Foot Locker, shorty lookin' proper She's out to get me, can't stop her Know I had a lover, yo, still went for her Even copped a bed and kicks on the strength for her Yo, chatted, talked about, see you later From that moment on I knew that I had to date her Couldn't conversate long, shorty had to go back to work Something inside said, "That will work" I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't wanna let none of them go I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't wanna let none of them go I thought I couldn't live with chicks 'cause they be to demanding Especially the ones that's never understanding Like, well who was that? Where you goin'? Who you out with? Them same niggas I make moves and I shout with Don't let these niggas in the street get your head up Like they can do better than me plus I'm fed up I had to tell my main chick that one time Thinkin' to me short, she thought that I'm Some clown nigga, she can scream on and talk to I had to run her down the line this ain't no walk through Now who the fuck you think you talkin' to, chick Your complaining's makin' me sick Understand man I tried to do my thing Yo, understand I played the puppet on the string Like I say, "Everyday, I be there for my friend Good things always come to an end" So yo, I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't wanna let none of them go Yo, I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't want to let none of them go See the moral of this is that I really do care But I'm not afraid to go there Very unselfish and yes, I do share You could have your bitch but you gets nowhere Word, she began by saying "Try after try" It's a done deal, now I'm singing, "Bye-bye" All I tried to do was keep you satisfied Never dealing with no others I try Too many threats kid, got to let her go Always in your corner, got to let her know As I grab my coat and painfully walked out Hands about to give, we talked out I'm feeling pain as it came to an end I said to shorty, "I will always be your friend Now if you ever need me I will be right there I ain't going nowhere, for real" I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't wanna let none of them go I can't escape this life that I'm living I'm in the mix, I'm in love with two women That's word to moms, I got two honeys on my arms And I don't wanna let none of them go Don't want to let them go, oh Don't want to let them go, oh Baby [Incomprehensible] Baby Oh