Get Up - Lost Boyz

I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit wit us

We’re drinkin' dom, smokin' charm, they wanna get wit us

I’ve got my, VIP section game like that

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

Ain’t nuttin' new to this we’ve been doin' this for years

I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right

Shorty might think I’m 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

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A few hours in the jam and a fighter

Jeans saggin', Timberland tied up

See my old crew from the mysteries

Big Phil from Queensville still gettin' cheese

All my peeps from the van gettin' nice my man

LB style run the while represent my fam

Makin' moves makin ho’s puffin' Buddha sacks

Representin' Lost Boyz stayin' true to that

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

Get the beats, gets in between the sheets

Hit the door, for some fam

Back in my AC, I’m makin' time

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It’s mad cars up in front the piece shorties bouncin'

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 LB 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 ain’t no real ill shit, when LB’s in town

Know how we get down

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