Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Jiggy, artist - Lost Boyz.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Jiggy |
Right now, ay you know how we do LB fam, one shot dealers, we killas |
Why everybody thinkin this funny? |
Fuck with LB fam you get laid down loud |
Word up we make the realest, come through with killas |
Check it out |
LB fam’s my crew, you know how we do What we do, we stay true |
Come on now, now, now |
How we gets down now, now |
New York City now, now |
OK, alright, 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, OK, alright, OK, alright, OK, OK, alright) |
(Cheeks) |
Many mistakes made, masses committed |
Any hot chick that was wit it I was out to hit it I keep a Yankee fitted, my world stay spinnin |
I seen them faggot niggas grinnin from the whole beginnin |
Me and my team, man we live life and gettin green |
Hot chicks up on the scene, kid we sittin mean |
Jewelry’s shinin, ghetto cash, mastermindin |
Livin life inside the rough but shine like a diamond |
I’m tryna make it happen livin life day to day |
They say play the way, well that’s the only way we play |
Families seem like the real enemy |
A true, true friends of me is trees and Hennessy |
I love the ghetto life, FDR city lights |
Burnin L’s inside the truck, duckin blue and whites |
I play to ??? |
to this, negative and positive |
But bottem line, understand man I gotta live |
(Hook) 2x |
So work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy |
Niggas where you from? |
New York City |
The spot where we keep the whips pretty |
Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay yo |
(Bitches and these cops act shitty) |
Ay yo, I never asked for this, I just wanna rap |
??? |
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???, make some figgas, give my niggas that |
See me shinin think ya shit is honky dory |
Behind the scene it’s a real different story |
The mad junction, can’t let it stress me |
I’m at my best, son ya best won’test me? |
Once again it’s on, official burn out |
Don’t look, puzzled ??? |
faces how it turn out |
Once in a while I take the train just to clear the brain |
People ask me 'what's the deal kid, it’s just the same' |
You know the night-runners, nothin major |
Don’t let me and my bullshit invade ya I know you probably, got problems of ya own |
No need for you to zone |
Understand, I love this game, it mean a great deal to me It’s my life, can you image how it feel to be? |
(Hook) |
I remember when ??? |
It don’t even to start me to reminiscin |
About the past when we wasn’t gettin no cash |
Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass |
It meant nada, I gotta get my gid on I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on The lifestyle’ll be butter like the wife’s smile |
Make a habit, don’t break, it may take a while |
I’m a hustla, I’ma hustle til the end, too |
Starin at that, evil that us men do Basically it’s LB fam all night |
And ain’t nothin wrong doin it all night |
Ghetto Jiggy |
(Hook) 5x |