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[Mr. Cheeks] A yo I come from New York V.A.'s where they found me This Mr. Cheeks I keep freaks around me L.B. Fam surround me in case something pops off Heat up in the winter in the summer take the tops off I'm from up north a New York City nigga About 6 feet I weigh a buck 50 nigga Not a pretty nigga smooth criminal type Freestyle or write I could do this all night I'm still that nigga with them (Car)hartts and them Timbs on Rims on the whip shorty come along It ain't hard to tell a yo I'm back now Look at the game yo E(Dub) lay the track down Ok now how do that sound it sound official to me Let them know we in the place to be And I got this chick thinking the taste's with me And she's leaving the place with me well let's go! [Chorus: Mr. Cheeks] Now what you hear is not a test It's the dice game runner he's one of the best Yo peep me at a game I came down with finesse Yo that's my word you heard the rest well let's go get it [x2] [Mr. Cheeks] A yo my tux ain't rented it's been a minute I'm back in it SongtextePulled up in the STS this shit's tinted Jumped out like the mack with the black apple jack on My fault I ain't mean to make you wait that long I've been there I done that I hits the scene I hit the spot and rock I gets the green Yo listen money this is all I do Bag chicks stack chips road trips with the crew We world wide man we got a lot of fam From the Boo-Yaa Tribe to {?} man That Queens nigga get his dough in every way No bullshit he's in the lab like every day I throw my L's up for those that rep the team The middle finger goes up for those that left the scene Well how you see it well there's more green to burn than earn You know the saying man yo you live to learn [Chorus] [Mr. Cheeks] I like to be up on the low spit my flow and get dough Earn my keep in the game like I aim to get more We did it in the past we still doing it now It's the L.B.F. fuck who ruin it how I'm far from a scrub chicks love the style That's why they behave badly and act all wild I love it when I bring a cutie back to the cut I'm blowing smoke on her bootie she shaking her butt I throw a little bit more joy juice in her cup She lights another L up yo that's what's up She's good to go so I throw on some songs She peels of her jeans off and shows the thong It's a day in the life of your nigga here E Double yeah that's my nigga there Ain't forcing nothing shorty rock giving it up Yo Jamaica funk nigga I'm just living it up [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania