Lyrics:
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The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O the S-T the B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O
Looked in the mirror, what did we see
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D.
Pig searched our car cause they day was made
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y
go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y
Yeah
Gang starr, M.O.P.
Either ride or be quiet
What we gon' do? (Gon' do), motherfucker
Lights out, I told y'all, this is the one I owe y
I was born in November, eight day 1971st y'all,
nine o'clock in the mornin', a Christian girl in Kansas City gave birth y'all,
She taught the kid
I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?"
Brizolit
Peťo Marcin heeeej
Horí mesto horí klub
Všetky oči na nás ugh
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
Boha jak to ide ďalej kurvaaaa
U
V
W
X
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
to get a bollocking...
(recorder clicks on and off here)...the time, I know why 'e got a bollocking, because you, you know, you dunno what the fuck 'e's
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me
I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O
Like the letters P and N
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
love me a ho
Just to remind y'all bitches in case you didn't know
I breaks fool all niggas, way cool all niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas, sawed off y
on the ave, slangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes what else?
Hella perved, standin on my P's
the lane
Baby I drive the Mclaren
Baby yeah, why is you staring?
Baby I got a new pair
I got a new pair of J's
Baby I got a new wave
Baby I like how you sway
wHeRe wE drIfT aNd SwAy uNTiL tHe hOuSe lIGhTs cOmE oN aNd yOu heLD heR HAnD sO tIgHTlY uNdEr hIGh aPpLe lIeS wiTh aLl THe druGs yoU tOOk tO gEt Us bY aND
about the cash
So we respect the biggest gainers
Niggas get paid then they run
Away from the community
That ain't gangsta nigga
You the opposite of Huey P
to your avenue to battle you
Your style get ate like Italian steak
Then I get Red to sell you achy or a pound of shake
Y'all can open up wide an' suck this
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