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da game - lost boyz lyrics

yo i needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
i needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
i needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
i needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo

put on my thinkin’ cap
don’t know to rap about the n-gg-s gettin’ outta state trap
livin’ dat, yo what’s up black?
well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
no jobs they claim i’m back in the drug game
i need some money in a hurry
i’m singin’ my baby boy troy he’ll be two next february
i’m in the crib with my man my n-gg- van dam
an were thinkin’ of an outta state plan peep it

my man rolla doughs flyin’ up on friday
he’s buyin’ a half an bouncin’ back on the highway
now friday comes moms is beefin’ ’cause i’m cursin’
she smells cheeb on me i’ma whole different person
well i guess i’m goin’ ta cheat, she understood the chat
now call me when ya get there an’ tell me where you at
all right ma, i checked out all my n-gg-s then we jetted
with fifty b-lls a piece brought a piece for unleaded
smokin’ blunts forty ouncin’, g and p bouncin’
this is how we do, we is the lost boyz crew

we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars

dreams in the head we gonna blow
46 b-lls a piece an each got an o
in the trunk punk, we bouncin’ to jamaica queens funk
an’ inside the blunt 121 skunk
we’re headed for the belly an’ we’re enterin’ the mouth
my n-gg-s in the hat black an yo we headed south
now that don’t look right but listen black we be aiight
[incomprehensible]

smokin’ blunts by the boxes
ghetto champagne is chill
stop back the first bit boys for gas an a meal
now everybody’s lookin’ at the n-gg-s from new york
field jackets on an they peep as we talk
i say to pretty lou well look a rolla doughs hat
i want one of them sh-ts by the time i gets back
we got the gas ate a meal on the road once again
taliq’s on the blunt g an’ p’s on the henn

we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars

now we reached the destination 1 o’ clock on the dot
went to check out the spot, it’s right next to a lot
we jumped out the car we got the whole town starin’
at the new york city plates an the tough sh-t we wearin’
i guess it all seems that we came to cause racket
my n-gg-s in the ack an each got a field jacket

a week down the line we got sh-t on the ball
every single day we gettin’ fresh in the mall
troopin’ plus we got the car wash movin’
we gettin’ our connects from a cuban named rubin
hangin’ outta state, po nine is a peasant
livin’ in the park but in the park it ain’t so present

we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money, the cars
we in the game, the b-tches, the money

- lost boyz lyrics

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