Текст песни Lost Boyz - Not a Test
Lost Boyz - Not a Test слова песни
[Mr. Cheeks]A yo I come from New York V.A.`s where they found meThis Mr. Cheeks I keep freaks around meL.B. Fam surround me in case something pops offHeat up in the winter in the summer take the tops offI`m from up north a New York City niggaAbout 6 feet I weigh a buck 50 niggaNot a pretty nigga smooth criminal typeFreestyle or write I could do this all nightI`m still that nigga with them (Car)hartts and them Timbs onRims on the whip shorty come alongIt ain`t hard to tell a yo I`m back nowLook at the game yo E(Dub) lay the track downOk now how do that sound it sound official to meLet them know we in the place to beAnd I got this chick thinking the taste`s with meAnd she`s leaving the place with me well let`s go![Chorus: Mr. Cheeks]Now what you hear is not a testIt`s the dice game runner he`s one of the bestYo peep me at a game I came down with finesseYo that`s my word you heard the rest well let`s go get it (2x)[Mr. Cheeks]A yo my tux ain`t rented it`s been a minute I`m back in itPulled up in the STS this shit`s tintedJumped out like the mack with the black apple jack onMy fault I ain`t mean to make you wait that longI`ve been there I done that I hits the sceneI hit the spot and rock I gets the greenYo listen money this is all I doBag chicks stack chips road trips with the crewWe world wide man we got a lot of famFrom the Boo-Yaa Tribe to {?} manThat Queens nigga get his dough in every wayNo bullshit he`s in the lab like every dayI throw my L`s up for those that rep the teamThe middle finger goes up for those that left the sceneWell how you see it well there`s more green to burn than earnYou know the saying man yo you live to learn[Chorus][Mr. Cheeks]I like to be up on the low spit my flow and get doughEarn my keep in the game like I aim to get moreWe did it in the past we still doing it nowIt`s the L.B.F. fuck who ruin it howI`m far from a scrub chicks love the styleThat`s why they behave badly and act all wildI love it when I bring a cutie back to the cutI`m blowing smoke on her bootie she shaking her buttI throw a little bit more joy juice in her cupShe lights another L up yo that`s what`s upShe`s good to go so I throw on some songsShe peels of her jeans off and shows the thongIt`s a day in the life of your nigga hereE Double yeah that`s my nigga thereAin`t forcing nothing shorty rock giving it upYo Jamaica funk nigga I`m just living it up[Chorus]