Lost Boyz Lyrics
Lost Boyz Lyrics
"Get Up Lyrics"
That's All I Want Lyrics
[Babyface & Keith Andes] Take it from me That you're gonna be in love Just give yourself some time You're just in a shaky frame of mind Take it from me That everyone's not that way Just out to break your heart So baby don't fall apart
[Babyface & Keith Andes] Take it from me That you're gonna be in love Just give yourself some time You're just in a shaky frame of mind Take it from me That everyone's not that way Just out to break your heart So baby don't fall apart
[Mr. Cheeks]
I see a whole team of chicks tryin to sit wit us
drinkin Dom, smokin charm, wanna get wit us
Got my, V.I.P. section game locked down
goin bad for J-Bad he just came in town
we lovin Tai on the floor, smokin lai wit tips
Ladies in the amazin, cuz we in the mix
all the peeps from my hood,
wearin timbs and jeans
Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
orderin liquors and beers
aint nuttin new to this
we've been doin this for years
I got my drink on kid, and my cash is
Right Side of My Mind Lyrics
Hey, are you okay? Better luck on another day. This path some weren’t meant to follow. You’re curious I can see, always looking behind the trees. Keeping one eye on tomorrow. Re-engineer your head, is really what the door mouse said. Push the lies away. right
shorty aight think Im not gettin ass tonite?
and wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan
yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on
takin me, makin me wanna bounce wit you
It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two
[Chorus]
Get Up and clap yo hands
come on and clap yo hands
[Mr. Cheeks]
A few hours in the jam and a fighter
jeans saggin, timberland tied up
see my old crew from the mystery
big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese
all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man
L.B. style
makin moves makin ho's puffin buddha sacks
reresentin Lost Boyz stayibn true to dat
I must bring it to the funk
cuz the funk is it
seein shortie on the floor
tryin to show the skirt
I wanna, run up on her and...
push up on her and..
kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and
hit the door, let the Ac hit the streets(streets)
get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets
hit the door, for the fam
back in my Ac, Im outta town
Chorus
Its mad cars up in front
shorties bouncin(bounce bounce)
niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin
puffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin by
see some be actin ill
and some be actin fly
But inside it's the L.B. slide
music pumpin smokin skunk
gettin funkdafied
while Ro, Pretty Lou, J-Bowl n Bo
we just a fiend in effect
nigga pop the Mo
backed up by Jeff Star
ladies takin flicks
Spigg Nice got the flyin wit Jamaican chicks
it aint no real ill shit, when L.B.'s in town
(Get up, Get Up, Get Up)
you know how we get down
Hey, are you okay? Better luck on another day. This path some weren’t meant to follow. You’re curious I can see, always looking behind the trees. Keeping one eye on tomorrow. Re-engineer your head, is really what the door mouse said. Push the lies away.
shorty aight think Im not gettin ass tonite?
and wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan
yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on
takin me, makin me wanna bounce wit you
It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two
[Chorus]
Get Up and clap yo hands
come on and clap yo hands
[Mr. Cheeks]
A few hours in the jam and a fighter
jeans saggin, timberland tied up
see my old crew from the mystery
big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese
all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man
L.B. style
I Don't Understand Your Logic Lyrics
I don't understand your logic You say you want me to protect you from now on But I don't understand your logic You say it's sad to see your independence gone Will it all go on? It might be nice if we occasionally agree It might entice another part of you
run the while represent my famI don't understand your logic You say you want me to protect you from now on But I don't understand your logic You say it's sad to see your independence gone Will it all go on? It might be nice if we occasionally agree It might entice another part of you
makin moves makin ho's puffin buddha sacks
reresentin Lost Boyz stayibn true to dat
I must bring it to the funk
cuz the funk is it
seein shortie on the floor
tryin to show the skirt
I wanna, run up on her and...
push up on her and..
kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and
hit the door, let the Ac hit the streets(streets)
get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets
hit the door, for the fam
back in my Ac, Im outta town
Chorus
Its mad cars up in front
Head South Lyrics
walking away again seems like i know the back of your head better than the front but hey you don't see me stopping you not a word out of my mouth this time just walk away you don't see me stopping you 'cause i've got better things to do today
the piecewalking away again seems like i know the back of your head better than the front but hey you don't see me stopping you not a word out of my mouth this time just walk away you don't see me stopping you 'cause i've got better things to do today
shorties bouncin(bounce bounce)
niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin
puffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin by
see some be actin ill
and some be actin fly
But inside it's the L.B. slide
music pumpin smokin skunk
gettin funkdafied
while Ro, Pretty Lou, J-Bowl n Bo
we just a fiend in effect
nigga pop the Mo
backed up by Jeff Star
ladies takin flicks
Spigg Nice got the flyin wit Jamaican chicks
it aint no real ill shit, when L.B.'s in town
(Get up, Get Up, Get Up)
you know how we get down