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[Freaky Tah] Mira come estas How you do? You know my crew LB Fam, wild out You know me my man no doubt We gets down LB Fam status Niggas they be buggin, who the worst who the baddest At this, you know I come to wreck My man S.E.X., what? [Mr. Cheeks] Shorty got a nigga back up against the wall Short and sweet y'all, about 5 feet tall Her and her friends burnin they weed, smellin good indeed Yo you aint what I want, you somethin that I need No frontin, I love the way you flick the hips And you makin matters worst the way you lick your lips Makin shit hard for me, while I'm in front of you Try to keep it cool, but yet this what I wanna do Take you by the hand bounce you up outta here But yet I got a show to do, and that won't be fair You know my peoples came to see me, they spend money They won't understand I bounce with the ben honey I tell you what you play the stage when I get on So when I get off, you and me can get our shit on And tell your friends to get along, so we can play the part SongtexteBefore we hit the stage, we got some more to say to y'all [Chorus x2:] All we know is drink, weed and screwin O's Gettin dough, spittin flows and yo doin shows Keepin Crys, some pass me that Henny No ice where the ballers at, let's roll dice [Mr. Cheeks] V.I.P. chillin pal, knowin this year we about to make a killin now People on the dance floor, lights swing around You know the LB style, the what, these niggas bring to town Comfortable shit that you can rock to I got a extra sack of dough up in my sock true This is how we rock, bubble like a speed knot >From the O-Zone, on and every weed spot Bunch of clown niggas that you see creepin through Thinkin that they peepin us, aiyo we peepin you Mad at us, we got the chicks poppin Mo wit us You can stare but don't discuss, aiyo these hoes with us Bottom line, yo these sessy strictly LB Yo these cats drop the hot LP's, kid you smell trees? Listen, veterans up in the game, you know the name You know the reason why we came, for real [Chorus x2] [Freaky Tah] Booty want the mother, yeah I see you peepin me From a distance, ya was lookin like you wanna creep with me LB Fam, word up check it, hit the booty butt naked Niggas yo you better respect it Lost Boyz, like a rizza shit, hold the weight My whole fam, came to set ya all straight Jump in the car, peel out, shorty better chill out Now now, how you do my fam? my crew? [Mr. Cheeks] We rule the state up in the scene Drop the hot shit, that's mean Only out for one thing, and that's green And see my team shining, push the hot whips and keep cash You got stash, yo nigga keep back Niggas try to get us, can't wait to find out the source that hit us It's time to see whose really wit us 6 Minutes till I'm on, I'm up and gone Shorty dig my ghetto way, she is, she play along Lock that us up like a pit, when it's time to lock I kick it wit ya niggas later, it's time to rock [Freaky Tah] Run now, how we do now Stay tight now, ok alright alright [Chorus x3] Aus Songtexte Mania