Lyrics

I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit wit us We're drinkin' dom, smokin' charm, they wanna get wit us I've got my, VIP section game like that Goin' bad for J Bad he just came in town We lovin' Tai on the floor, smokin' Lai wit tips Ladies in the amazin', 'cuz we in the mix All the peeps from my hood wearin' timbs and jeans Lost boyz represent from South Jamaica queens I'm wit my mens spendin' ends orderin' liquors and beers Ain't nuttin' new to this we've been doin' this for years I got my drink on kid, and my cash is right Shorty might think I'm not gettin' ass tonite? And wit Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan Yo shorty what you wearin' is turnin' me on Takin' me, makin' me wanna bounce wit you It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands A few hours in the jam and a fighter Jeans saggin', Timberland tied up See my old crew from the mysteries Big Phil from Queensville still gettin' cheese All my peeps from the van gettin' nice my man LB style run the while represent my fam Makin' moves makin ho's puffin' Buddha sacks Representin' Lost Boyz stayin' true to that I must bring it to the funk 'cuz the funk is it Seein' Shortie on the floor tryin' to show the skirt I wanna, run up on her and push up on her and Kick some Willie Bobo and let her know that I want her and Hit the door, let the AC hit the streets Get the beats, gets in between the sheets Hit the door, for some fam Back in my AC, I'm makin' time Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands It's mad cars up in front the piece shorties bouncin' Niggas on the corner, 40 ouncin' puffin' lai Kickin' it to shorties passin' by See some be actin' ill and some be actin' fly But inside it's the LB slide Music pumpin' smokin' skunk gettin funkdafied While Ro, pretty Lou, J Bowl n' Bo We just a fiend in effect Nigga pop the mo Backed up by Jeff Star ladies takin' flicks Spigg nice got the flyin' wit Jamaican chicks It ain't no real ill shit, when LB's in town Know how we get down Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands Get up and clap yo hands Come on and clap yo hands
Writer(s): James Mtume, Reggie Lucas, Garfield Duncan, Kenton Nix, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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