No question about it Queens
represent! >EEEEUUUuuhhh! Uh! say what? Queens represent!
>YYYEEEEAAAHHHH! Come on! >Get down baby, down down down down down
now! Queens represent! >Are you down now Lost Boyz, LL Cool J > Are
ya's down now
Chorus: The Lost Boyz You wanna get paid? You wanna get
laid? Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways Live your life in an ill real way Got
6 rides in your little drive-way You get mad puff-lie all day Make plans
with your crime family Get money money, take money money Get money money,
take money money
Verse One: LL Cool J By age 19 Tyheim is turned
out he ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth cop the
aberrettes Orange and Blue Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his
crew Black superstar, Jesus piece Who he prayin' to? God or the
Beast Some bust blocks, feared on the block Traded in the trucks for a
silver drop top Drug money flowin' . . . . . . Jealousy is growin' . . .
. . . Paranoia got him second guessin' D-T's on his back got him
stressin' He was at the light blazin' up traum Around the corner came a
tinted out Yukon Ten slugs in the door made him fall Guess he should of
never hustled at all
Chorus
Verse two: LL Cool J My man
Tay-Kwan like the chicks alot Even when he hustled he kept them in his
spot He liked to fuck alot and make the rubber pop 5 baby mothers 1
live on my block Shinin' in the club Chickens showin' love Cash
bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs He a real pretty cat He get from his
moms Back in the seventies, she was the bomb His games top notch, and he
don't stop He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot Tay-Kwan
is sick, heartless with chicks He liked to beat 'em up, make 'em suck
dick Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens Honey got the virus,
you know the routine Not only did he walk away with the HIV Her man's
jealous, jooked him rediculously
Chorus
Verse Three: LL Cool
J UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH Yolanda's alway's got a sceam Credit cards
in ATM machines Used to make coats, holdin' work got arrest Honey made
sons pockets bleed to death She a vet, yet she look innocent and
sweet When she wet, aint no controllin' the heat For baguettes she give
love to ill thugs Age of 15 she learned to pump drugs Then she got
pregnant, abandoned the kid Met this drug kid, set him up and slid Now
she 23 full blown in the mix Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin'
chips She down for whatever, as long as it pays She tipped off the kids
and got Tyheim blazed She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the
thug He said thanks for settin' Tyheim up Take a
slug
Chorus
Outro: LL, The 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 know It be LL and 83rd
rockin the show Now nigga's they front, they just don't know But nigga's
wanna stick they ball in that hole Oh oh oh oh oh, UH uh uh uh oh Uh uh
oh, uh oh oh oh !
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