Texty:
Lost Boyz Love Peace And Nappiness

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

you Underneath black hoodies Pulled over rolls of braided hair They love like quiet storms There smiles make brief appearances And the women who love

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 . . .)

it all good I be buggin up in ya neighborhood [Chorus x2] [Freaky Tah] Niggas sayin Lost Boyz ain't nuthin but fakes You got your team and they aint

rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks, official Lost Boyz since the year of 86 And fuck these crooked

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

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]

's no question I 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