Lyrics:
cock)
cause that ghetto law is what we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em
the sh*t will never stop
we love hip hop motherf*cker
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
means to be a 305 representer
I started this shit (He's back) now watch me
That's dem Miami boyz
With them dade county face
Movin weight, we dem boyz
These boys are all the same and it's making me crazy
If could kiss all the boyz in the world i would be so happy (Okay)
So sweaty, so shiny, you know
Baby please don't squeal, just tell me how you feel
Boyz: ‘Cause his love is for real
Mr. Lunt: And if you went away, my heart would never heal
Boyz: So
Can you turn that down please?
When me and my girls pull up
They showin' love
When them haters try to do us
They showin' love
chhh
They showin'
chhh
love da prices
Yeen met another muhfuckah like this
On da dance floor, nigga finger fucked a white chick
Going down by da ocean
Niggas riding round da
this white boy, slangin my herb
D.P.G. to the fullest young 'cause
My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!"
He got the club with this fool named
I got that shit that's on my mind
I got brothers in the cell
I got people that fake love me
I don't know what that's about
I got labels wantin'
popped
Let me off next stop cause I'm flex to wreck shop now
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop [Repeat x3]
You know we know we know we wreck shop
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent Southside lil Kici
I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody
the streets, and most of dem die by the chrome
Ay give the little nigga his ball back
Game Boyz, put a clip in a .45, cock back
Jeezy show a nigga where
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Uhhh
Throwin' racks in my section
Applyin' the pressure
Throw it on whoever
Ain't showin' affection
Drink right out the bottle
Went up
(Let the BandPlay) uh
Whoa, let's go
Man, I just can't go
You done went broke on a bitch, showin' love to the bitch
I be fuckin' and doggin'
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
never thought, that I could change the world
witta attitude, a Raider jacket and a jheri curl
Got every girl wantin to do me, screw me
Boyz N The Hood,
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