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
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
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
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 !