Lost Boyz

Lost Boyz - Get Up lyrics

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I see a whole team of chicks tryin to sit wit us
 drinkin Dom  smokin charm  wanna get wit us
 Got my  V.I.P. section game locked down
 goin bad for J Bad he just came in town
 we lovin Tai on the floor  smokin lai wit tips
 Ladies in the amazin  cuz we in the mix
 all the peeps from my hood
 wearin timbs and jeans
 Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
 I'm wit my mens spendin ends
 orderin liquors and beers
 aint nuttin new to this
 we've been doin this for years
 I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right
 shorty aight think Im not gettin ass tonite?
 and wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan
 yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on
 takin me, makin me wanna bounce wit you
 It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two

 [Chorus]
 Get Up and clap yo hands
 come on and clap yo hands

 [Mr. Cheeks]
 A few hours in the jam and a fighter
 jeans saggin, timberland tied up
 see my old crew from the mystery
 big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese
 all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man
 L.B. style run the while represent my fam
 makin moves makin ho's puffin buddha sacks
 reresentin Lost Boyz stayibn true to dat
 I must bring it to the funk
 cuz the funk is it
 seein shortie on the floor
 tryin to show the skirt
 I wanna, run up on her and...
 push up on her and..
 kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and
 hit the door, let the Ac hit the streets(streets)
 get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets
 hit the door, for the fam
 back in my Ac, Im outta town

 Chorus

 Its mad cars up in front the piece
 shorties bouncin(bounce bounce)
 niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin
 puffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin by
 see some be actin ill
 and some be actin fly
 But inside it's the L.B. slide
 music pumpin smokin skunk
 gettin funkdafied
 while Ro, Pretty Lou, J-Bowl n Bo
 we just a fiend in effect
 nigga pop the Mo
 backed up by Jeff Star
 ladies takin flicks
 Spigg Nice got the flyin wit Jamaican chicks
 it aint no real ill shit, when L.B.'s in town
 (Get up, Get Up, Get Up)
 you know how we get down
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Universal Records

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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