know your hitting my spot right there Right there Baby right there Oh boy you hitting my spot right there Right there (Ooo ooo) Right there She said
you know your hitting my spot right there right there baby right there oh boy you hitting my spot right there right there (oooooo) right there legacy love baby right there
your hitting my spot right there Right there Baby right there Oh boy you hitting my spot right there Right there (Ooo ooo) Right there She said it's
Outside Yet, I Give It To Two Fifteen. Plus I've Got My Speakers Installed, And A Brand New Mix Cd. Track One, Not Enough Noise. Track Two The New Ghetto Boyz
la times first page *chorus* [eazy-e] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that
LA Times first page [chorus] [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that
a little time To refresh your mind Cos the boyz are back in town With a different kinda funk Who's gots da funk? We gots da funk - right! Everybody
is like an international pro I'ma let you know, when I go I grow I flow and blow, to the right tempo My rhymes are in there, for me it's very simple I
core is rotten all my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks, official Lost Boyz since the year
Why' shouted through out the whole song] [Mr. Cheeks] They won't let us do no shows in New York They won't even let us fuckin talk They say Lost Boyz
A Nigga Learn And If That's Choppa Bullets Then They Suppose To Burn And If U Went In Jail I Never Saw I Cell But I Come From New Orleans Yea Right There
me boy, cuz I ain't said shit... Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there - makin' that dollar
crack A-mi say oh yes, oh yes, you fi lock down di spot Woy, right ya know mi a-go burn down di spot Di white man are di distributor Dem use crack like
fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya If you
