do, we is the Lost Boyz crew We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars We in the game, the bitches
Traduzione: Lost Boyz. Da Game.
What It Cost Me I'm Big Boss Gloss On The Cross Porshe Navigation Never Lost On The Cost Xtra Horse In The Sports Addition Man Dealin Floor Condittion Man Boyz
get my nerve up {?} passes me a drink as Pretty Lou he sparks the herb up I'm with my Uptown team, makin noise Heavy D, Soul IV Real and Lost Boyz Now
these cats comin' atcha with the same ol' Game mis-played out like a cango, hang around your arm like a banjo Wreckin' the game straight up, spittin' the game
pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shootin' craps? Welcome to da hood Have you eva been car-jacked? Welcome to da hood [Repeat] Uncle Tars said the Game
niggaz I can't understand it, that's Blue Magic the rap game as-is, either you on some snap shit or plain old stuck in a different decade like Da Brat
cos it help brothers escape Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late Chorus Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep, and Lost Boyz Lickin shots got the game
theres beez in the bee hive LB Fam everyday stay high Mr. Cheeks, everyday high consentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait Before it's too fuckin' late The Lost Boyz
Don't go bustin up and nuttin in Let a nigga from the Lost Boyz tell ya somethin No man know he play he the fuckin game But AIDS ain't got no fuckin name
what ive been through they couldn't fuck with us kid we was off da chain blew the spot up when we came and got inside the game from street cats we brought
Camy B:] Do I need em! nope! Just a waste uv tyme I'm sittin in L.A with dat money on my mind deez boyz ain't nuttin but a player in da game you can take
bluntz an' fuckin wit da same cunt But it's time 2 make a change So i rock up my rhymes like krack kokane I'm in da game Much luv 2 my nigga Snoop It
QDIII said It ain't all good When you sign with a record label Who ain't Had a hot soundtrack Ever since Boyz N Da Hood [Bridge] I'm going bad No luck
out, bring 'em out) [Break - 2X] Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands... In Da... Air... Now! Hands hands in the in the air air now! Hands... In Da...
Dickie shorts, on da cut wit cold quarts No time to go home, cook it with a blow torch Old men on da porch watchin boyz come'n go Life is a prison risk
smokin bluntz An' fuckin wit da same cunt But it's time 2 make a change So i rock up my rhymes Like krack kokane I'm in da game Much luv 2 my nigga Snoop
Got a pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shootin' craps? Welcome to da hood Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to da hood Uncle Charles said the game
