topic and we heard that girl Ask that chick what's wrong with this world For real What's wrong with the way I live? For the loot they refuse to give What's wrong
Fordítás: Lost Boyz. Mi a baj.
' with My Crew City lights glistenin' listenin' to you Peeped yo' topic & we heard that girl ask that chick What's Wrong with this world For real... What's wrong
for babe, You know you read what you saw, Now you're in the land of a broken heart, Girl I can escape out where you are, Baby what's wrong, I gave
right the wrong? That has brought you to your knees Though you've barely lived your life You keep on believing you'll survive And all that's left is what's
Could you tell me where you run to? (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done
the light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what
OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what (Lost Boyz now,
4 - Gorilla Zoe] Coca-Cola, I ain't talking soda Add a little water, add a little soda Yeah it's locking up, because the water's getting colder Let it
, hot) The Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz Them niggas is the Hot Boyz, the Hot Boyz
shows, pimping hoes Pulling out, on a glass set of 4's What we ride? That blue What we bang? That screw Big piece, full of ice Boyz in Blue, nothing
grip, on the underground [P.P.] I fight back-to-back holdin my brothers down [S.S.] You done started, with the wrong motherfucker now [I.T.] Married to
over here [mr. cheeks] Spiggy nice, field jackets and I keep my jeans saggin You use the ? ? ? , see it's ? ? ? sense the dragon It's lost boyz crew in 96, sometimes queen's
, now, now, now this one day I'm workin at JFK It's the 4th of July, nigga HEY! Something's wrong man, I don't like this day it's going too long man,
Bustin' at niggas, murderin' niggas Gettin' bullshit ass money What if that was your breed was you murderin' clown? It's wack Shout out to grandpa, you know what
its rap or coke flippin Ya niggas need to avoid collision 'cause your chance is tryin to advance to all my fam When it's gun to grams, wrong plan you
it's on again It's LB Fam, understand, right or wrong my friend? We gotta keep it strong, don't know when it's all or end It's all or end yo Chorus 2
alright, okay, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass How we do it LB fam style C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what Lost Boyz
