write now Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why, why Aiyo, I'm choppin at Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou Why you forgot the Fudge crew? Why you forgot Lincoln BLVD? Why
Traduction: Lost Boyz. Pourquoi.
write now [Chorus:] Why, why, why [x4] [Freaky Tah] Aiyo, I'm choppin at Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou Why you forgot the Fudge crew? Why you forgot Lincoln BLVD? Why
s why we twisted with terrorism Ain't no repentin' Steady takin' but never givin' So cold that I'm shiverin' Frozen hoping that I keep on living I'm lost
wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us (Uh huh) They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why
baseball And beat you in the head like a sock with an 8-ball You got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'all Cause you be biggin up the industry
us lost souls brought up in the streets The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind I figured, 'Sh*t why
be glad that I took you out And when I'm done you gonna tell where she'll be tonight Everybody leave your man tonight Bro, why your girl up on me like
Free free Free free I could be wrong but are you telling me that you're leaving (ooh), And so then you've temporally lost your mind, And now you're checking
deep in your heart...music Chorus: I can't help myself...I love her, she's my everything I won't ever be without her...she's the reason why I sing I
Why do I stay high? Why do I stay high? Why do I stay high? Why do I stay high? Why do I stay high? Why do I stay high? Why do I stay high? Why do I
my girlfriends, She's kickin her out, her out, her out But this girl, I got good feelings about, about, about Not only is she a hottie, but she's a somebody That's why
be glad that I turned you on and when I'm done you gonna tell where she'll be tonight everybody leave your man tonight Bro, why your girl up on me like
em up, get 'em up) Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off) Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up) Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push '
the yellow Humvee, gun under my seat You don't want none of me, cause I'm the man You can't spit, like you lost just a life or grand Man, why you niggas
And age the major reason why they can't believe it But we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it But they don't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost
OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what (Lost Boyz now,
