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
