Текст (слова) песни: Lost Boyz - Games

Awww yeah, party people you lookin` good out there
Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I`m talkin` about we got the
Old school flavor & the New school flavor Somethin` new from the
LB Fam I`m the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party.
Cheeks drop it on `em...

Verse 1
Yo the situations I`m in it seem my life`s out of order
escape place my tape in the recorder
I sit back spark & listen` start my reminiscin`
realize that there`s mad Fam` missin`
I`m holdin` back the tears
no doubt we lost many peers
Mom Dukes held it down many years
Now many chumps came & left
when my Pop Dukes split
no doubt I had it bad as a kid
but held it down no ? to the school
meetin` slugger now everything`s cool
155 niggas kept it live no doubt
Mr. Tel is comin` down to roll out
We S`in (Smokin`) out all the time in the yard all nine
talkin` `bout that car`s mine
Young niggas growin` up in the city
enjoyed the streets `cause at home things was shitty
My mom`s boyfriend tryin` to break her down & hurt her
not yet drinkin` but still thinkin` murder
Pro Players & weeds under Christmas trees
Gramma said there`ll be days like these
Now when my Granpops passed away
what can I say?
A nigga flips still to this day
I`m gettin` high drinkin` whiskey with the thugs now
I`m on the Van with my man sellin` drugs now
I`m in my zone

Chorus
You see there`s 8 million stories in the spot I`m from
LB Fam never stop `til the job gets done
Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say
Hot ass grams but it still be them Games we play

Verse 2
In Junior High me & Lou we dressin` neater
I`m on the special with Taliek master skeeter
At hooky parties gettin` tipsy with the bangdods
O E Newports chicken wings & french fries
Knuckleheads S`in out on the school trips
not into liquor at the time but took a few sips
I`m gettin` life on young plan of makin` G`s
gettin` dough from shovelin` snow & rakin` leaves
Politicin` on the Van with the old cats
pushin` plush Cadillacs holdin` cold gats
I wanna be like you one night I said to Mike G.
His reply get yo` money don`t be like me
I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame
I hustle to survive in the game
(I know) nothin` else but hustlin` & scramblin`
jailtime, bustin` & gamblin`
My main chick is on `caine now
I mean she ain`t actin` the same now
I seen mad niggas in the game style
but the key to survival is maintain pal
Yo when I get enough cheese I`m gone
until then life goes on &on &on &on &on

Chorus

Verse 3
Yo, eighteen years of age gettin` green on the scene
in front of Coliseum vibin` with the team
Organized the lab different chicks same cab
skills in the dice nice with the jab
I`m gettin` money baggin` honeys in the acres
officials out to make a Queen`s money makers
ride around in stolen jeeps
Now as I creep through the streets I lost mad peeps
Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang
never go against the grain
Now durin` that time we`s makin` no cash
sayin` that this shit can`t last
Came up with this plot to get mad cheese
right or wrong we`s official LB`z
Lost a lot of Fam` on the road to success
Rest In Peace God Bless

Chorus

knowhatImean
Mr. Sexxx Queen`s Most Wanted Luv Bug Starski
a ha a ha. LB Fam Group Home be the click
knowhatImean

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Lost Boyz - Games Awww yeah, party people you lookin` good out there Now we got flavor on top of flavor. I`m talkin` about we got the Old school flavor & the New school flavor Somethin` new from the LB Fam I`m the local ? & I want you you & you to get ready & party. Cheeks drop it on `em... Verse 1 Yo the situations I`m in it seem my life`s out of order escape place my tape in the recorder I sit back spark & listen` start my reminiscin` realize that there`s mad Fam` missin` I`m holdin` back the tears no doubt we lost many peers Mom Dukes held it down many years Now many chumps came & left when my Pop Dukes split no doubt I had it bad as a kid but held it down no ? to the school meetin` slugger now everything`s cool 155 niggas kept it live no doubt Mr. Tel is comin` down to roll out We S`in (Smokin`) out all the time in the yard all nine talkin` `bout that car`s mine Young niggas growin` up in the city enjoyed the streets `cause at home things was shitty My mom`s boyfriend tryin` to break her down & hurt her not yet drinkin` but still thinkin` murder Pro Players & weeds under Christmas trees Gramma said there`ll be days like these Now when my Granpops passed away what can I say? A nigga flips still to this day I`m gettin` high drinkin` whiskey with the thugs now I`m on the Van with my man sellin` drugs now I`m in my zone Chorus You see there`s 8 million stories in the spot I`m from LB Fam never stop `til the job gets done Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say Hot ass grams but it still be them Games we play Verse 2 In Junior High me & Lou we dressin` neater I`m on the special with Taliek master skeeter At hooky parties gettin` tipsy with the bangdods O E Newports chicken wings & french fries Knuckleheads S`in out on the school trips not into liquor at the time but took a few sips I`m gettin` life on young plan of makin` G`s gettin` dough from shovelin` snow & rakin` leaves Politicin` on the Van with the old cats pushin` plush Cadillacs holdin` cold gats I wanna be like you one night I said to Mike G. His reply get yo` money don`t be like me I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame I hustle to survive in the game (I know) nothin` else but hustlin` & scramblin` jailtime, bustin` & gamblin` My main chick is on `caine now I mean she ain`t actin` the same now I seen mad niggas in the game style but the key to survival is maintain pal Yo when I get enough cheese I`m gone until then life goes on &on &on &on &on Chorus Verse 3 Yo, eighteen years of age gettin` green on the scene in front of Coliseum vibin` with the team Organized the lab different chicks same cab skills in the dice nice with the jab I`m gettin` money baggin` honeys in the acres officials out to make a Queen`s money makers ride around in stolen jeeps Now as I creep through the streets I lost mad peeps Now as the years ran on I noticed mad bang never go against the grain Now durin` that time we`s makin` no cash sayin` that this shit can`t last Came up with this plot to get mad cheese right or wrong we`s official LB`z Lost a lot of Fam` on the road to success Rest In Peace God Bless Chorus knowhatImean Mr. Sexxx Queen`s Most Wanted Luv Bug Starski a ha a ha. LB Fam Group Home be the click knowhatImean Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Games: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/8723.html Все тексты песен: Lost Boyz » Lost Boyz - What`s Wrong » Lost Boyz - We Got That Hot Shit » Lost Boyz - Games » Lost Boyz - Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless (rm » Lost Boyz - Beasts from The East » Lost Boyz - Ghetto Lifestyle » Lost Boyz - Not a Test » Lost Boyz - Rhyme & Reason Sountrack » Lost Boyz - Caught Up soundtrack » Lost Boyz - Summer Time » Lost Boyz - LB Fam 4 Life » Lost Boyz - Certain Things We Do » Lost Boyz - Freaky Tah Outro (Rap) » Lost Boyz - Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless » Lost Boyz - Let`s Roll Dice » Lost Boyz - Love, Peace & Nappiness » Lost Boyz - Me and My Crazy World » Lost Boyz - New York City War Call » Lost Boyz - Only Live Once » Lost Boyz - Jeeps, Lex Coups, Bimaz and Benz Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Кукин - Миражи » Юрий Зыков - Песенка на полустанке » Юрий Кукин - Пора » Юрий Визбор - Что скажу я тебе » Юрий Наумов - Переведи на нейтраль » Юрий Лорес - На дорогу, на дорогу... » Юлий Ким - Пойду обольюся слезами... » Юрий Визбор - Белый пароходик » Юрий Визбор - Турбины "Ту" » Юрий Карпов - Я в тихом омуте завяз... » Юлий Ким - Илья Муромец на печке... » Юрий Лоза - Мой трамвай последний » Юрий Нестеренко - Когда твоя нация сгинет в кровавом чаду... » Юрий Визбор - Ключ » Юлия Поливанова - Петля больничного покоя... » Юрий Визбор - Рассказ ветерана » Ю.Г. - Поколение » Юрий Карпов - Вот и окончилась осень » Юрий Устинов - А бабу мою зовут Весною... » Юрий Кукин - Тридцать лет
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