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 !




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