Lyrics:
the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect
An' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit
I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't
is high
A brother needs space like a vacant lot
I'm lookin' forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
And my little son Justin, touchin' a knot
You
a third of us
Still against me
And wanting to see me in the box
Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx
Ain't
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
'cause y'all never gon' stop us
I keep my rocks spotless and my hoes topless
Take time try to figure out who The Lox is
Fear no one, kick rhymes like
the lox,
Or you know whoever else want to say my name is the shiny suit man
But then not want to say my government name
My government name is Sean
the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops
I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot
Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Comin' up out the capsule spot
a third of us
Still against me
And wanting to see me in the box
Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx
Ain't
unorthodox
What'cha barely understand, s***, I did with the L.O.X.
Give me the props; I'm tryin' set a mark this year
And bring the equipment out
And the lox puts you in orbit AOK
But that big hunk of liverwurst
Has been there since October First,
And today is the Twenty-Third of May
So when you go
[Sheek]
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge
high
A brother needs space like a vacant lot
I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
And my little son Justin, touchin a knot
You knew I was
Oy
Oy
Down on the street they got bagels
And there's a sale on cream cheese and lox
Nosh on some blintzes and bratwurst
Not in the mood for
quite when the God speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do
not, brrrr
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did
talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex
This early, imagine when it get to Flex
Toxic heavy, all black Chevy
Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit
to demitasse
From soup to lox and bagels
And pheasant under glass ' class!
We thought the chops were mellow
He said his chops were beat ' reet!
We served
Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz
And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex
This early, imagine when it get to Flex
Toxic heavy, all black Chevy
Sheek got 'em
The LOX made more money in
Them damn shiny suit's
The game about sales, drugs and rappin'
Jada, fuck your punchlines
My shirt went platinum
Styles and Sheek
block, chopper knock you out your tops (oh, yeah)
'Fore the L-O ate you out, like The Lox (oh, yeah)
Yeah, I swear to God, won't let these niggas pass me
from The Lox, John Blazin
My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggas, kidnap they work, make 'em move out
unorthodox
What'cha barely understand, shit, I did with the L.O.X.
Give me the props; I'm tryin' set a mark this year
And bring the equipment out
gon' hold this thing down)
And when the music fades away (LOX, D Block)
It's just me and you, and you, and you (So Raspy)
It's still me and you,
then you gon' need us (L-O-X)
But I be OT, and I'm sipping margaritas
Tell your girl jerk us off, only way to beat us
If they ask me, they should've
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