[Freaky Tah]
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Mira come estas
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How you do? You know my crew
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LB Fam, wild out
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You know me my man no doubt
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We gets down LB Fam status
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Niggas they be buggin, who the worst who the baddest
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At this, you know I come to wreck
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My man S.E.X., what?
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Shorty got a nigga back up against the wall
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Short and sweet y'all, about 5 feet tall
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Her and her friends burnin they weed, smellin good indeed
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Yo you aint what I want, you somethin that I need
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No frontin, I love the way you flick the hips
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And you makin matters worst the way you lick your lips
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Makin shit hard for me, while I'm in front of you
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Try to keep it cool, but yet this what I wanna do
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Take you by the hand bounce you up outta here
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But yet I got a show to do, and that won't be fair
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You know my peoples came to see me, they spend money
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They won't understand I bounce with the ben honey
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I tell you what you play the stage when I get on
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So when I get off, you and me can get our shit on
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And tell your friends to get along, so we can play the part
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Before we hit the stage, we got some more to say to y'all
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Chorus 2X:
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All we know is drink, weed and screwin O's
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Gettin dough, spittin flows and yo doin shows
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Keepin Crys, some pass me that Henny
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No ice where the ballers at, let's roll dice
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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V.I.P. chillin pal, knowin this year we about to make a killin now
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People on the dance floor, lights swing around
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You know the LB style, the what, these niggas bring to town
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Comfortable shit that you can rock to
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I got a extra sack of dough up in my sock true
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This is how we rock, bubble like a speed knot
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>From the O-Zone, on and every weed spot
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Bunch of clown niggas that you see creepin through
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Thinkin that they peepin us, aiyo we peepin you
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Mad at us, we got the chicks poppin Mo wit us
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You can stare but don't discuss, aiyo these hoes with us
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Bottom line, yo these sessy strictly LB
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Yo these cats drop the hot LP's, kid you smell trees?
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Listen, veterans up in the game, you know the name
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You know the reason why we came, for real
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Chorus 2X
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[Freaky Tah]
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Booty want the mother, yeah I see you peepin me
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From a distance, ya was lookin like you wanna creep with me
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LB Fam, word up check it, hit the booty butt naked
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Niggas yo you better respect it
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Lost Boyz, like a rizza shit, hold the weight
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My whole fam, came to set ya all straight
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Jump in the car, peel out, shorty better chill out
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Now now, how you do my fam? my crew?
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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We rule the state up in the scene
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Drop the hot shit, that's mean
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Only out for one thing, and that's green
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And see my team shining, push the hot whips and keep cash
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You got stash, yo nigga keep back
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Niggas try to get us, can't wait to find out the source that hit us
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It's time to see whose really wit us
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6 Minutes till I'm on, I'm up and gone
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Shorty dig my ghetto way, she is, she play along
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Lock that us up like a pit, when it's time to lock
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I kick it wit ya niggas later, it's time to rock
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[Freaky Tah]
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Run now, how we do now
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Stay tight now, ok alright alright
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Chorus 3X
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Let's Roll Dice
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| Lost Boyz |
