Lost Boyz - Jeeps Lex Coups Bimaz Benz Lyrics

Lyrics mr. cheeks

()freaky tah



Intro: mr.cheeks



Yeah

Lb fam finally up in this piece

Got my mans that put me on, you know what Im sayin

Want a shout out to the uptown, know what sayin

Word up

Mca, this is how we do everyday

Me and freaky tah..hah

Pretty lou, my man, spigg nice

We be gettin down representin

So this is how we go

Let me let you know, how

It be, in da, g-h-e, double t-o

Ryhme name ho

They be runnin shit down the line

Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind



Verse one:



Whose the best whose the worst in this here rap game

For those who claim to be the best

I tear them out the frame

Im representin puttin queens on the map (you wear)

Double springs, wit some baggy jeans when I rap

Come up with a style to make con-versital

Dont treat me like no lame Ive been in this game for awhile

Ive seen alot ta come,(come)

Ive seen alot a go(go), Ive seen alot ta break

Ive seen alot to blow, a yo

Its a trip to see a nigga slip

Geta grip nigga, nigga geta grip, geta

You dont even know the half of my crew

To be talking, but youre talking and you act like you knew

Yo set it, you f*ckin crossed the line and hit the border

Lb fam start attacking some attacking outa order

Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your picture mats

And get the gats just in case you take it to the stacks



Chorus:



Shout out to the jeeps,

Its the lex coups, bimas and the benz(and the benz)

To all my ladies and my men(my men)

To all my peoples in the pen(in the pen)

Keep your head up

And to the hoods(the hood)

East coast, west coast and world wide(world wide)

Aint nuttin wrong with puffin on lai(on lai)

And if youre with me let me hear you say "ri-ght"



Verse two:



Now a ... now... now a dayz

Niggaz frontin like they ill(like they ill)

Now bustin caps and got a muthaf*ckin

Things to do to show his skill

Recognize, nigga what you frontin for

I know your style

You neva hit a blunt before

Oh, your just another in the race (man you betta stop)

Fakin gats, takin up space

To me your nuttin but a needle in the hay stack

Listen kid Ive been doing this since way back

In the day, ace duce tre, at the best

Up to zimbobwae, hey

Whose the best, I want the best to come test me

So I can release some stress from my chest g

Is you down to go pound for pound,

Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round

Im wonderin cuz I bring the thunder and the rain

Causin confusion to your brain



Chorus



Verse three:



Keep the shit live for the year nine five

I got more niggaz in my tribe

Than theres beez in the bee hive

Lb fam everyday stay high

Mr. cheeks, everyday high

Consentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait

Before its too f*ckin late

The lost boyz, yeah thats who I bez wit,

Thats who I runs wit

Who I smoke treez wit

Pack your bags, head outta town,

Ill be back around so be gone before sundown

From jamaica comes a nigga named cheeks,

With techniques of the streets

Over rough neck beats

This room is going bounce about the cheeks cant remember

Im the muthaf*cker choppin crews like a chainsaw

Talk what you what ta

Do what you gotta

Well let me tell you something man you cant do me nadda



Chorus



Outro

Now if you listen to my album, you see we only deal

Wit the real deal street lif