how we do Get your hustle on, yeah matter of fact It ain't where you from, it's where you at Niggas sayin',"Lost Boyz ain't nuthin' but fakes" You got
Traducció: Lost Boyz. Obtingui el seu Hustle On.
get me cuz I'm out to get you One on on, yo that's how I do I'm sneaky Freaky Tah, I'm from the Lost Boyz Crew Now one for the tremble, two for the bass
your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the
a whole ounce of herb Word my man I never hit it raw On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen [Chorus: Mr. Cheeks] I'm, just your, ordinary
, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on Get paid mommy, come on, come on
to get struck first I bury they body on any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head
Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass It meant Nada, I gotta get my gid on I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on The lifestyle'll be
dem to get keys dem and dem is mad tight Set-up organation organize on the block Nobody's slingin' on the block eeh yo, we got this block on lock And
niggas, can't chill The streets is watching you, when you froze your arms Niggas wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your
game alive Rappers be comin' out with one album, then they gone So with cats like Raekwon, support ?em so they stay on Then brothers like Smooth wouldn't have to hustle
knew your moms from the after-hours spot When I used to be up in Canada with the dreads on a black block Before you dick rode lost boyz for a ticket
't chill the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your
I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket
Lost Boyz LL Cool J: Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on (repeat 4x) The Lost Boyz: Nigga's they wellin' they just don't
