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Better With the Lights Off (New Boyz) · AOL Sessions Live (The Veronicas) · Sessions@AOL (Zero 7) · AOL Music DJ Sessions: Mixed by Thievery Corporation (Thievery Corporation) · Sessions@AOL (Jack Johnson) · Sessions @ AOL [Promo] (Ricky Martin) · Sessions@AOL (Monrose) · Sean Paul Live: Sessions @ AOL (Sean Paul) · Sessions @ AOL (Cheap Trick) · AOL Sessions (New Boyz) – and 90 other albums »


boyz

I'm from uptown New Orleans, straight out the hood
I jumped off the spinners sayin', "I wish you would"
Nigga walked up on me mean-muggin' talkin'
a long ways from Lindberg's flying
The back of a remo (alright)
You can catch Nukey posted up
Right off 80-65
With some real ass niggas (yeah)
Who
a long ways from Lindberg's flying
The back of a remo (alright)
You can catch Nukey posted up
Right off 80-65
With some real ass niggas (yeah)
Who
a long ways from Lindberg's flying
The back of a remo (alright)
You can catch Nukey posted up
Right off 80-65
With some real ass niggas (yeah)
Who
ready to go to tha pen
You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil boyz better stay in your place
You lil boyz ain't gon' be
[Verse One: Big Boi]
Under-cover, over da hills and through tha woods I go
Like green lights, a southern n**** that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no
right
Pigs coming up and shining the bright light
Nothing better to do, than fuck with the pride
When you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
to hear
Kid capri and lost boyz need it loud and clear
Cause I got something that you need to hear

Verse one: lost boyz

Hey yo
I only hit you with
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, ask me what I
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
Pusha, Re-Up
Trend setter who been better than I
Comin through in the slim leathers that?s followed by the fives
Me and my niggas call the coupe Jekyl
x2]
Ooooh wee, it's alive
You better run and hide
Cover your ears and your eyes

[Ice Cube]
The world had to bow to this new style
Dial 9-1-1,
Okay now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
Turn me up a little more.. yeah.. yeah.. I'm a scream at the top of my lungs. Spit shit till it's off with the tongue. Get lit ride off in the sun so
are not convincin'
When detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance
Infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight
And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates
boots
Puttin my team, down with this rap scoop
Puttin my fingers in the A&R face
Get off my face, yo get in the race
Black matter fact, yo this is
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
Of Clipse]
Pusha, Yeah
Trim set 'em Thin better than I
Comin' through in the slim leathers that's followed by the fives
My and My Niggas call the coupe
of my 9 
Get up 
Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat 
To my brothers on tha block--better stay strapped black 
And accept no substitutes 
I
and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile
When you enterin' the realm
You find me at the helm
Still standin'
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain
Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains
And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name
But, they
by the fussin' and fighting
Tell Peaches light the herb cause we just reunited
Let's make a move from these herds, go somewhere in private
I'm talking
you'd swear the mixer had fleas 
She's the mutilator, music carnivore 
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw 
You're still amazed by the way