Ode to The Lost Boyz

Uh.. Ha Yeah Struck a mask, get fire right? Smoke clouds got me high, than a satellite Bad chick from the island, treat me like a Kawasaki 3 deep in that benz big body Parking lot turning up, yeah, they bout it Rolling up fronto and backwoods stuffed with sticky Icky, icky green Smoking on that Sally Walker Hey, lil' bitch, just do your thing Then She stopped in front of me I said, lil' mama, bring your team She said she down, then asked How we all gon' ride I said, lil' mama, just take a fucking look around This is for the Jeeps, the Lex Coupes The Bimmers and the Benz And the Benz This is for my ladies For my ladies And my menz And my menz East coast, west coast, worldwide Worldwide Ain't shit wrong with smoking on loud On on loud If you hear me, let me hear you say right Say right I know them f*ck niggas hated the guy that made it Started at the bottom, ain't talking about the basement Kept grinding, puttin time, rhyming While these niggas talk shit behind me So please remind me why me I should give two fucks I got some people in my heart And watch them rip it up They say they love you, don't pay attention You might get snuck Say they love you, but catch an issue and switch it up They say they love you, don't pay attention You might be fucked They say they love you, but hate it when you're pulling all up This is for the Jeeps, The Lex Coupes, the Bimmers, and the Benz And the Benz This is for my ladies For my ladies And my menz And my menz East coast, west coast, worldwide Worldwide Ain't shit wrong with smoking on loud On Loud If you hear me, let me hear you say right Say right Say right