Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Roll Dice, artist - Lost Boyz. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let's Roll Dice |
| Mira come estas |
| How you do? |
| You know my crew |
| LB Fam, wild out |
| You know me my man no doubt |
| We gets down LB Fam status |
| Niggas they be buggin, who the worst who the baddest |
| At this, you know I come to wreck |
| My man S.E.X., what? |
| Shorty got a nigga back up against the wall |
| Short and sweet y’all, about 5 feet tall |
| Her and her friends burnin they weed, smellin good indeed |
| Yo you ain’t what I want, you somethin that I need |
| No frontin, I love the way you flick the hips |
| And you makin matters worst the way you lick your lips |
| Makin shit hard for me, while I’m in front of you |
| Try to keep it cool, but yet this what I wanna do |
| Take you by the hand bounce you up outta here |
| But yet I got a show to do, and that won’t be fair |
| You know my peoples came to see me, they spend money |
| They won’t understand I bounce with the ben honey |
| I tell you what you play the stage when I get on |
| So when I get off, you and me can get our shit on |
| And tell your friends to get along, so we can play the part |
| Before we hit the stage, we got some more to say to y’all |
| All we know is drink, weed and screwin O’s |
| Gettin dough, spittin flows and yo doin shows |
| Keepin Crys, some pass me that Henny |
| No ice where the ballers at, let’s roll dice |
| V.I.P. |
| chillin pal, knowin this year we about to make a killin now |
| People on the dance floor, lights swing around |
| You know the LB style, the what, these niggas bring to town |
| Comfortable shit that you can rock to |
| I got a extra sack of dough up in my sock true |
| This is how we rock, bubble like a speed knot |
| ]From the O-Zone, on and every weed spot |
| Bunch of clown niggas that you see creepin through |
| Thinkin that they peepin us, aiyo we peepin you |
| Mad at us, we got the chicks poppin Mo wit us |
| You can stare but don’t discuss, aiyo these hoes with us |
| Bottom line, yo these sessy strictly LB |
| Yo these cats drop the hot LP’s, kid you smell trees? |
| Listen, veterans up in the game, you know the name |
| You know the reason why we came, for real |
| Booty want the mother, yeah I see you peepin 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, like a rizza shit, hold the weight |
| My whole fam, came to set ya all straight |
| Jump in the car, peel out, shorty better chill out |
| Now now, how you do my fam? |
| my crew? |
| We rule the state up in the scene |
| Drop the hot shit, that’s mean |
| Only out for one thing, and that’s green |
| And see my team shining, push the hot whips and keep cash |
| You got stash, yo nigga keep back |
| Niggas try to get us, can’t wait to find out the source that hit us |
| It’s time to see whose really wit us |
| 6 Minutes till I’m on, I’m up and gone |
| Shorty dig my ghetto way, she is, she play along |
| Lock that us up like a pit, when it’s time to lock |
| I kick it wit ya niggas later, it’s time to rock |
| Run now, how we do now |
| Stay tight now, ok alright alright |