<mc's voice> awww yeah, party people you lookin' good out there Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I'm talkin' about we got the Old school flavor & the new school flavor somethin' new from the Lb fam I'm the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party. Cheeks drop it on 'em...
Verse 1 Yo the situations I'm in it seem my life's out of order Escape place my tape in the recorder I sit back spark & listen' start my reminiscin' Realize that there's mad fam' missin' I'm holdin' back the tears No doubt we lost many peers Mom dukes held it down many years Now many chumps came & left When my pop dukes split No doubt I had it bad as a kid But held it down no ? to the school Meetin' slugger now everything's cool 155 niggas kept it live no doubt Mr. tel is comin' down to roll out We s'in (smokin') out all the time in the yard all nine Talkin' 'bout that car's mine Young niggas growin' up in the city Enjoyed the streets 'cause at home things was shitty My mom's boyfriend tryin' to break her down & hurt her Not yet drinkin' but still thinkin' murder Pro players & weeds under christmas trees Gramma said there'll be days like these Now when my granpops passed away What can I say? A nigga flips still to this day I'm gettin' high drinkin' whiskey with the thugs now I'm on the van with my man sellin' drugs now I'm in my zone
Chorus You see there's 8 million stories in the spot I'm from Lb fam never stop 'til the job gets done Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say Hot ass grams but it still be them games we play <repeat>
Verse 2 In junior high me & lou we dressin' neater I'm on the special with taliek master skeeter At hooky parties gettin' tipsy with the bangdods O e newports chicken wings & french fries Knuckleheads s'in out on the school trips Not into liquor at the time but took a few sips I'm gettin' life on young plan of makin' g's Gettin' dough from shovelin' snow & rakin' leaves Politicin' on the van with the old cats Pushin' plush cadillacs holdin' cold gats I wanna be like you one night I said to mike g. His reply get yo' money don't be like me I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame I hustle to survive in the game (I know) nothin' else but hustlin' & scramblin' Jailtime, bustin' & gamblin' My main chick is on 'caine now I mean she ain't actin' the same now I seen mad niggas in the game style But the key to survival is maintain pal Yo when I get enough cheese I'm gone Until then life goes on &on &on &on &on
Verse 3 Yo, eighteen years of age gettin' green on the scene In front of coliseum vibin' with the team Organized the lab different chicks same cab Skills in the dice nice with the jab I'm gettin' money baggin' honeys in the acres Officials out to make a queen's money makers Ride around in stolen jeeps Now as I creep through the streets I lost mad peeps Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang Never go against the grain Now durin' that time we's makin' no cash Sayin' that this shit can't last Came up with this plot to get mad cheese Right or wrong we's official lb'z Lost a lot of fam' on the road to success Rest in peace God bless
Knowhatimean Mr. sexxx queen's most wanted luv bug starski A ha a ha. lb fam group home be the click Knowhatimean