Get Up

Lost Boyz

[Mr. Cheeks]

I see a whole team of chicks tryin to sit wit us

drinkin Dom smokin charm wanna get wit us

Got my V.I.P. section game locked down

goin bad for J Bad he just came in town

we lovin Tai on the floor smokin lai wit tips

Ladies in the amazin cuz we in the mix

all the peeps from my hood

wearin timbs and jeans

Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens

I'm wit my mens spendin ends

orderin liquors and beers

aint nuttin new to this

we've been doin this for years

I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right

shorty aight think Im not gettin ass tonite?

and wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan

yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on

takin me, makin me wanna bounce wit you

It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two


Get Up and clap yo hands

come on and clap yo hands

[Mr. Cheeks]

A few hours in the jam and a fighter

jeans saggin, timberland tied up

see my old crew from the mystery

big Phil from Queensville still gettin cheese

all my peeps from the van gettin nice my man

L.B. style run the while represent my fam

makin moves makin ho's puffin buddha sacks

reresentin Lost Boyz stayibn true to dat

I must bring it to the funk

cuz the funk is it

seein shortie on the floor

tryin to show the skirt

I wanna, run up on her and...

push up on her and..

kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and

hit the door, let the Ac hit the streets(streets)

get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets

hit the door, for the fam

back in my Ac, Im outta town


Its mad cars up in front the piece