Lyrics Games - Lost Boyz

Games

In Junior High me &Lou we dressin’neater
I’m on the special with Taliek master skeeter
At hooky parties gettin’tipsy with the bangdods
O E Newports chicken wings &french fries
Knuckleheads S’in out on the school trips
not into liquor at the time but took a few sips
I’m gettin’life on young plan of makin’G’s
gettin’dough from shovelin’snow &rakin'leaves
Politicin’on the Van with the old cats
pushin’plush Cadillacs holdin’cold gats
I wanna be like you one night I said to Mike G.
His reply get yo’money don’t be like me I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame
I hustle to survive in the game
(I know) nothin’else but hustlin'&scramblin'
jailtime, bustin'&gamblin'
My main chick is on 'caine now
I mean she ain’t actin’the same now
I seen mad niggas in the game style
but the key to survival is maintain pal
Yo when I get enough cheese I’m gone
until then life goes on &on &on &on &on
Yo, eighteen years of age gettin’green on the scene
in front of Coliseum vibin’with the team
Organized the lab different chicks same cab
skills in the dice nice with the jab
I’m gettin’money baggin’honeys in the acres
officials out to make a Queen’s money makers
ride around in stolen jeeps
Now as I creep through the streets I lost mad peeps
Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang
never go against the grain
Now durin’that time we’s makin’no cash
sayin’that this shit can’t last
Came up with this plot to get mad cheese
right or wrong we’s official LB’z
Lost a lot of Fam’on the road to success
Rest In Peace God Bless
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