and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why
Why you actin' like a - like a Bia Bia Why you fussin' like a - like a Bia Bia Why you lookin' like a - like a Bia Bia Why you frontin' like a - like
hear Kid Capri and Lost Boyz need it loud and clear 'Cause I got something that you need to hear Hey, yo, I only hit you with the shit thats official Why
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no sistas Sum cuzinz, uncles, nephews an' neices An' nun to say da leastest hectic Wit 2 boyz of my own, spanky damn
was wiped up so I flipped my mode On my way to D-E-C, baby can't you see That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for thee Lost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex
truth (And why's that hole in your car?) My nigga, that's the roof (And why my ears keep ringing?) My nigga, that's them speakers (Why you got mirrors
got you lost on the sauce You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same
man used to boost travel pocket for me True Hollywood Story [Hook] [Canibus] In '93 I met the Lost Boyz Without them, I wouldn't even have a voice I
Caddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it) Yeah, let's get lost in candy I got lost
Chorus 2x's] Life is serious out here on these streets [Erica Foxx] Got us curious but were just trying to eat [Krazy] Why cry now inhale the pain
in 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
stomach dogg gone it tell my why they wanna kill daz cause daz gets the killin and buillin cash rounds so get tell me i'll come around so get down lost boyz
how we do Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact It ain't where you from, it's where you at Niggas sayin',"Lost Boyz ain't nuthin' but fakes" You got
how I flip the shit Ayo ya niggas ya be counterfeit, so tone it down a bit A move along with you bullshit Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel You can't hold us down
' me From a distance, ya was lookin' like you wanna creep with me LB fam, word up check it, hit the booty butt naked Niggas, yo you better respect it Lost boyz
alright, okay, 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
heart is this Is what we feel is this Verse 2 [mr.cheeks] She said well listen I don't know you from paint Well if you no bitch Then why reply if
did it in the past we still doing it now It's the L.B.F. fuck who ruin it how I'm far from a scrub chicks love the style That's why they behave badly