Lost Boyz - Games Lyrics
<mcs voice> awww yeah, party people you lookin good out thereNow we got flavor on top of flavor. Im talkin about we got theOld school flavor & the new school flavor somethin new from theLb fam Im the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party.Cheeks drop it on em...Verse 1Yo the situations Im in it seem my lifes out of orderEscape place my tape in the recorderI sit back spark & listen start my reminiscinRealize that theres mad fam missinIm holdin back the tearsNo doubt we lost many peersMom dukes held it down many yearsNow many chumps came & leftWhen my pop dukes splitNo doubt I had it bad as a kidBut held it down no ? to the schoolMeetin slugger now everythings cool155 niggas kept it live no doubtMr. tel is comin down to roll outWe sin (smokin) out all the time in the yard all nineTalkin bout that cars mineYoung niggas growin up in the cityEnjoyed the streets cause at home things was shittyMy moms boyfriend tryin to break her down & hurt herNot yet drinkin but still thinkin murderPro players & weeds under christmas treesGramma said therell be days like theseNow when my granpops passed awayWhat can I say?A nigga flips still to this dayIm gettin high drinkin whiskey with the thugs nowIm on the van with my man sellin drugs nowIm in my zoneChorusYou see theres 8 million stories in the spot Im fromLb fam never stop til the job gets doneWord to moms pay attention to the slang we sayHot ass grams but it still be them games we play<repeat>Verse 2In junior high me & lou we dressin neaterIm on the special with taliek master skeeterAt hooky parties gettin tipsy with the bangdodsO e newports chicken wings & french friesKnuckleheads sin out on the school tripsNot into liquor at the time but took a few sipsIm gettin life on young plan of makin gsGettin dough from shovelin snow & rakin leavesPoliticin on the van with the old catsPushin plush cadillacs holdin cold gatsI wanna be like you one night I said to mike g.His reply get yo money dont be like meI mean it looks hella good but this life is a shameI hustle to survive in the game(I know) nothin else but hustlin & scramblinJailtime, bustin & gamblinMy main chick is on caine nowI mean she aint actin the same nowI seen mad niggas in the game styleBut the key to survival is maintain palYo when I get enough cheese Im goneUntil then life goes on &on &on &on &onChorusVerse 3Yo, eighteen years of age gettin green on the sceneIn front of coliseum vibin with the teamOrganized the lab different chicks same cabSkills in the dice nice with the jabIm gettin money baggin honeys in the acresOfficials out to make a queens money makersRide around in stolen jeepsNow as I creep through the streets I lost mad peepsNow as the years ran on I noticed mad bangNever go against the grainNow durin that time wes makin no cashSayin that this shit cant lastCame up with this plot to get mad cheeseRight or wrong wes official lbzLost a lot of fam on the road to successRest in peace God blessChorusKnowhatimeanMr. sexxx queens most wanted luv bug starskiA ha a ha. lb fam group home be the clickKnowhatimean
