Wanna Get Paid Lyrics

Wanna Get Paid lyrics

Intro: LL Cool J & >The Lost Boyz 

  

 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