Get Up

Yeah L-O-S-T Yeah, yeah Yeah Aw, get up, get up Ayy, yo I'm goin' up to the rink Yo I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit wit us We drinkin' Dom', smokin' charm, they wanna get wit' us I got my, V.I.P. section game locked down Moët bath for J-Bad he just came in town We lovin' Tai on the floor, smokin' lai wit tips Blazin' the amazin', the wiz' on the mix All my peeps from my hood wearin' Timbs and jeans Lost Boyz represent for South Jamaica Queens I'm wit' my mens spendin' ends orderin' liquors and beers Ain't nothin' new to this, we've been doin' this for years I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right Shorty, aight, think I'm not gettin' ass tonight? I'm wit' Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan And, shorty, what you wearin' is turnin' me on Takin' me, makin' me wanna bounce wit' you It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands (yeah) Get up and clap yo' hands (and, ha) Come on and clap yo' hands A few hours in the jam and I'm fired up Jeans saggin', Timberlands tied up See my old crew from the mysteries Big Phil from Queensville still gettin' cheese All my peeps from the van, gettin' nice my man L.B. style run the wild, represent my fam Makin' moves, backin' hoes, puffin' buddha sacks Representin' Lost Boyz stayin' true to that I must bring it to the funk 'Cause the funk is it Seein' shortie on the floor tryin to show the skirt I wanna run up on her and push up on her and Kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and Hit the door, let the Ac' hit the streets (streets) Get our eats (eats), gets in between the sheets Hit it off, bust it down Back in my Ac', I'm outta town Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands (hey, say word, dog) Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands It's mad cars up in front the piece Shorties bouncin' (bounce bounce) Niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin' Puffin' Lai, kickin' it to shorties passin' by See some be actin ill and some be actin fly But inside it's the L.B. slide Music pumpin' smokin' skunk and gettin' funkdafied While Ro, Pretty Lou, J-Bowl and Bo Queen Josephine in effect, nigga, pop the Mo' Back door by Jeff Star shorty's takin' flicks Spigg Nice 'bout to fly in wit' Jamaican chicks It ain't no real ill shit, just L.B.'s in town (Get up, get up, get up) you know how we get down Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands Get up and clap yo' hands Come on and clap yo' hands 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-S-T B-O-Y-Z The L-O the S-T B-O-Y-Z