Lost Boyz - Get Up Lyrics
[mr. cheeks]I see a whole team of chicks tryin to sit wit usDrinkin dom, smokin charm, wanna get wit usGot my, v.i.p. section game locked downGoin bad for j-bad he just came in townWe lovin tai on the floor, smokin lai wit tipsLadies in the amazin, cuz we in the mixAll the peeps from my hood,Wearin timbs and jeansLost boyz represent from south jamaica queensIm wit my mens spendin endsOrderin liquors and beersAint nuttin new to thisWeve been doin this for yearsI got my drink on kid, and my cash is rightShorty aight think Im not gettin ass tonite?And wit malik and melquan, my man hassanYo shorty what you wearin is turnin me onTakin me, makin me wanna bounce wit youIts alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two[chorus]Get up and clap yo handsCome on and clap yo hands[mr. cheeks]A few hours in the jam and a fighterJeans saggin, timberland tied upSee my old crew from the mysteryBig phil from queensville still gettin cheeseAll my peeps from the van gettin nice my manL.b. style run the while represent my famMakin moves makin hos puffin buddha sacksReresentin lost boyz stayibn true to datI must bring it to the funkCuz the funk is itSeein shortie on the floorTryin to show the skirtI wanna, run up on her and...Push up on her and..Kick some willie bobo and let her know that I want her andHit the door, let the ac hit the streets(streets)Get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheetsHit the door, for the famBack in my ac, Im outta townChorusIts mad cars up in front the pieceShorties bouncin(bounce bounce)Niggas on the corner, 40 ouncinPuffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin bySee some be actin illAnd some be actin flyBut inside its the l.b. slideMusic pumpin smokin skunkGettin funkdafiedWhile ro, pretty lou, j-bowl n boWe just a fiend in effectNigga pop the moBacked up by jeff starLadies takin flicksSpigg nice got the flyin wit jamaican chicksIt aint no real ill shit, when l.b.s in town(get up, get up, get up)You know how we get down
