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[Mr. Cheeks] Word! Pretty Lou Mr.Cheeks Spigg Nice Big Things L.B.! [Chorus: Mr. Cheeks] We get dough Stay getting money from the way we spit flow Ain't nothing new man we did this from the get go Them L.B. joints from the past still the shit yo! [Mr. Cheeks] What's the verdict cousin people asking When y'all coming with the flavor that be lasting And if the y needed it believe they need it now Love us ghetto classy niggaz and our weeded style Do your thing don't let them steal another word from y'all Since the passing of (Freaky) Tah we haven't heard from y'all We've been in the lab making sure it goes Real proper while we're working on these store- in shows Ain't nothing changed it's still the same shit I kept the South Jamaica flavor that I came with Entered the game with my timbs and (Car)harrts on SongtexteI signed a record deal I sung the boulevard song I'm still writing, I know we're trendsetters But it still feels like these motherfuckers is still biting It's not exciting this the way we go Keep it ghetto nigga that's just the way we flow [Chorus: x2] [Spigg Nice] What's up my name is Spigg I live the ghetto life Got me in the club spitting with my ghetto wife How you want to do it slow or fast flow Bet won't think that my semi-auto mac blow Yo bring me back home the tracks and the cash flow Told them cats got something for that ass yo We always knew we had it you fuckers be's not It's a habit got feathers like a peacock Y'all think y'all phat y'all not you know the story and the bass line Don't let me take mine flirting with the waist line And if it takes nine damn it I'm gonna take mine You know the game ain't the same until you face crime Yeah you heard we in the lab again while most of y'all babbling Talk about you're traveling you need a good paddling Quit the chattering pointing fingers at him and Back streets! L.B. Fam in the house and yeah we back again! [Chorus: x2] [Mr. Cheeks] Making hot shit we prepare it all Corny fuckers talking yeah we hear it all It's L.B. nigga and yo we back at it Now if these tracks was a drug well I'm a crack addict Man I gots to have it, it makes me feel better We big boys sitting been getting real cheddar Recognize the real when it comes through We get our scoop from the streets we from the slums too To all my ghetto rich niggaz if you play here Keep your guns up on the side they don't play fair I read my daily scripture it makes my soul richer It's L.B. to the death so then I'll roll with you [Chorus: x5] Aus Songtexte Mania