I'm able I stay with hot whips, hot jewels and hot chicks Which nigga said he need a ring, a cousin got nicks But on the low we got the twenty sacks and
our shit on And tell your friends to come along, so we can play the part Before we hit the stage, we got some more to say to y'all All we know is drinks
laid down loud Word up we make the realest Come through with killas, check it out LB fam's my crew, you know how we do What we do, we stay true Come
lost mad peeps Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang Never go against the grain Now durin' that time we's makin' no cash Sayin' that this shit can
(come on), naw I mean,we takin the new millenium over, baby Yall dig this shit right here, it's that hot shit, Mah niggaz sing that Chorus : lost boys
-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now Got a face too easy to trace, niggas mouths got slow leaks Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets She got
nigga Don't hate me for planting seeds C-Murder got the gifts I got the Hennessey and weed We only run with ghetto stars [unverified] Like big boz, hot boyz
hard! [E-40] We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block) We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got) We do the fools
up I got 'em touchin' for the good stuff white colored and blue I got yo drugs heron, infedamines an crack Fiends get jacked Fiends get slapped Fiends that rap They got
is on some VH1 shit Just addin some Salt N Pepa to reality While other artists is obsessin with more toys Like Lex coupes, Beamers and Benz's, they Lost Boyz
the night life lost life when I leave Both the Feds and the State wanna see my need The whole city got bizzerk he got treat Anotha nigga got a hit but
should've kept all that And continued to stay With my girls Momma Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm smoking bud daily Gutter Living Got me tripping I'
no nigga Don't hate me for planting seeds C-Murder got the gifts I got the hennesey and weed We only run with ghetto stars ??? Like Big Boz, Hot Boyz
Snatch that diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans [Swave Sevah] Yo, this dude is truly a joke That stuff got you feelin tough, must be sniffin
one spot, took that Onyx show, book that Got a bet, better know where to put that [Chorus x2] [Sonsee] I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house I got
colored and blue I got yo drugs! [Verse 5: Yukmouth] I got yo drugs heron, infedamines an crack fiends get jacked fiends get slapped fiends that rap they got
[Chorus](Master P) &[Krazy] (Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop (Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop (If you runnin' from the cops holla
It Off,Red Rum,Tomata Sauce Niggaz Say Dey Papa Boyz,Bitch I Be Wit Cappa Boyz I Say We Be Burnin' Bodies,We Don't Be Burnin' Carz And I Gotta Bitch Wit