[Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds]
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick
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Me and my click, we was on the Van Wyck
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A whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaks
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The music lowers down and this passenger speaks
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It's a, flame of mine from back in the day
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John Adams High down on Rockaway
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Like to blow around the smoke in the air from the trees
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from the way it's lookin, word they still gettin G's
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Scoped out the whip, I'm checkin out each honey
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They must be gettin money, I didn't see code 20[?]
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The L's was burnin, Alize is what they drinkin
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If she said she's on the way and yo it really had me thinkin
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of back in the day when we both used to swerve
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At parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herb
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Word my man I never hit it raw
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On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen
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[Chorus: Mr. Cheeks]
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I'm, just your, ordinary guy
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Love bitches and money and love bein high
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Run with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky Tah
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How that sound? Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh
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Here's a little somethin from Linden and the [?]
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We used to get down and hustle my man
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But nothing comes easy in this world full of shit
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Nigga take this job and shove it out quick what
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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One day I'm workin up on the block
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Slingin my motherfuckin rock
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Now police they tried to run up on us
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My niggaz tried to warn us (where at) on all the corners
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And now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettin
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You see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-ed
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Hopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyard
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I knocked on the door, yo whassup bruh?
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Yo let a nigga like, me in
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Police they tryin to pull a nigga in
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They lookin for the kid that's sellin that crack note
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Lookin for the suspect in the black coat
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Yo, I'm not, I'm I'm not the baddest
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but these motherfuckers know my status
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Now peep it I be comin with the motherfuckin
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thunder and the rain, I will remain, cause
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[Chorus]
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[Freaky Tah]
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This job, shove it out quick
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Nuttin come easy in this world full of shit
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Used to put me down, to hustle with my man
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Little somethin, from livin in the 'Ville
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Huh, huh, huh, hustle my man
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Huh, huh..
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Now, now, now, now this one day I'm workin at JFK
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It's the 4th of July, nigga HEY!
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Something's wrong man, I don't like this day
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it's going too long man, I'm gettin strong man
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from pickin up these motherfuckin banners
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See I want that shit to make my eyes sad
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So I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10
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I'm all in and in the van with my man
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Now I'm up on the block, puffin lye
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And I'm with Lou, Spig, and Tah
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Now peoples lookin at us, lookin at us
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Police they wanna come through and rush
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But we ain't got no crack, we got weed
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That's all we need, yes indeed
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And I'll, always
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smoke weed in the hallways, cause
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[Chorus]
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[Mr. Cheeks]
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Take this job and shove it out quick
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Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
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I used to get down and hustle my man
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Here's a little somethin from Linden and the [?]
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Now here's a little somethin from Linden and the [?]
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We used to get down and hustle my man
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Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
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Nigga take this job and shove it out quick
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Take this job and shove it out quick
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Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
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I used to get down and hustle my man
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Well here's a little somethin from Linden and the [?]
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Here's a little somethin from Linden and the [?]
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I used to get down, and hustle my man
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Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit
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Nigga take this job and shove it out quick
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What?
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[ad libbing to the fade]
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Ordinary Gun
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