Текст песни Lost Boyz - Colabo
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[J-Drama]Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this trackWho wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me backSparkin the dutches every day, Colabo with Queens MostUp in the party, drinkin Bacardi, yo how we goRockin non stop to the topAnd I won`t drop, till my vocal cords feel like they gon popWho wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my schemeKnow my team, standin right in front of the screenI blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the gamesOut the same Queens crew, but two different namesJnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble tooI wild on any track like that son I be runnin youLeavin you on the floor bleedin, eatin mess is what you needinCardiac arrest with poor breathinI be leavin you in the dust, you can`t front on usWe lust for the cream, and ya gun don`t bustNigga what[Bandit]My team reform like a mason meetingI put the heat to your face, official Queens greetingNiggas like you get slapped kid, just for speakinWhile my niggas wild out, off the shit I`m drinkinThat aint ya proof, I let loose on your whole groupWhile ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya fuckin lootThat`s how we do, jump out like you owe somethinYou Q roll somethin, stompin like you stoled somethinYou think I`m frontin?, yo my Queens livin, money gettinWhether its rap or coke flippinYa niggas need to avoid collisionCuz your chance is tryin to advance to all my famWhen it`s gun to grams, wrong plan you and your manQuick to get rejected, I rock a 50 inch necklaceMy team break records, we make ya life hecticThe Queens Most Wanted, yo my man made you run itBut shit you did, we done it, y`all niggas don`t want itChorus 2X: LeekAin`t no tellin what I thought of themMe and my hooligans a ruin emSend hot ones at his crew and himFluin him, M.L. style, spinned around blaze the poundNow lay ya ass down[Rob U]We be the wild type shifty livin cats from Queens98 hold it down, basically for my teamMega drama in the hood, y`all got to stay on pointCuz nothin to lose, wanna be thug catsPush ya shit back, but fuck thatWe play the game too, only if it`s necessaryWe never start shit, we finish shitAnd holdin it down, when it`s time to go hardIn this rap shit too, if you wanna get technicalIt`s quite a few to hold it down like we doAnd lay ya verse on a track that be confortableIt ain`t a team out here fuckin with my crewSouth Jamaica Queens, Queens Most comin throughRob U, Wow Woo O, and my nigga Leek, and Bandit kidForever in my memory[Jugga]Now let me get on the mic, and get the penisWhat`s the count em in this?Third and one, man in motion, I`m about the blitz ya scrimmageI see everything in my perimeter, I deliver the blowsSendin you to the ground, you can`t get up, lay down, stay downSendin game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O BeemCame on the field with O E, and nobody can hold meThe acrobatic track assassinator me and DramaStand back to back like 25 on a calculatorNow make a move, I shake em like an earthquakeI`m a take em and tie em into a human pretzleWhat`s left to do then break emI disappear like a genie, reappear on ya tv with and LP and CDStrictly GB now we be, gutter butter family strongSmurfin my bong, blaze trauma to bomb on our flight to our show in Hong KongNow hold on tight, it`s the rap reckin ballKnockin ya out of position we don`t sawJnJ, Queens Most, colaboratin evacuateA whole platoon of niggas, we should of did it sooner niggasChorus 2X