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
Turn them up, yeah So we fan back again you know Nothin' but the flavor to the air You know we we're livin' on the other city-side, alright The love,
how we do Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact It ain't where you from, it's where you at Niggas sayin',"Lost Boyz ain't nuthin' but fakes" You got
chukkas Who, who you stepping to the lost boy crew Boy you stomped that ass is through Come on and keep it real, this is saying That the lost boy and
OUT YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN SHOUT OUT TO CROSS TOWN CONNECTION AND THE TRINITY CREW YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN AND 1-3-4 YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN LOST BOYZ BACK
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
Chorus: QB It's be them real life ghetto shit Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot
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
This be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop We lost 2 ill niggaz BIG and 2Pac This goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga
[Mr. Cheeks] You know the lifestyle, plain and simple, out to get it It's ghetto game us niggas play no doubt we stay commited And capable to bring the
' me From a distance, ya was lookin' like you wanna creep with me LB fam, word up check it, hit the booty butt naked Niggas, yo you better respect it Lost boyz
alright, okay, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what Lost Boyz
, Taliek, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou My Crew Yeah East Coast my Crew West Coast my Crew The whole World my Crew Group Home my Crew Lost Boyz my Crew Lost Boyz my Crew Lost Boyz
You can't stop this, you can't stop this You can't stop this, you can't stop this You can't stop this, you can't stop this You can't stop this, you can
Her hands on the floor head 'cause the sun keeps gettin in the rock Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz Strictly t-shirts or the
them condoms now You know that you best to be aware Don't go bustin up and nuttin in Let a nigga from the lost boyz tell ya somethin No man know he play
on singles still persuadin' The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace an' Happiness" Now I can finally say my family is feeling the happiness Even though we lost
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee That I met one day on my way back from John Jay I'm peepin' shorty as she's walkin' to the train I tap her