Lost Boyz - Plug Me In lyrics

Sing of the week shit they beat us on the radio

Live as stereo so once again here we go

To all my real cats who love to hear the real rappin

I still understand the reason that you feel that

Yo, I'm a crook like Donald One

Shit sat up like coins listen everyone joins in the session

Know when I'm about to teach a lesson

In love when micronesses starts remising

Listen, raps of the hook as

Elves run take it like a man kid it's our turn

Shout out to all my peeps getting green like they suppose to

Yo from the fam understand, yo we don'ts do

Love the way of goin down baby

No doubt these bitches weak arse on the style

Until the day I'm up an gone I'm gonna get it on

An' let me warn all your foes you gettin shitted on

From day one we had hot mix

Yo I thought you cats could chill shit I got this

Inner smile, time to take respect first semester cats

Keep it come through an' get some extra arse

Plug me in

I see you wanna be down but you don't hit the liss

You could either give that or you can get with this

Man I promise just to hit you with officialis

An' all I ask is you don't get me nor my pistol clips

So recognise the guns blast for the love of that

Are yo good for me pull my blast I'm a see that arse

Until then I'm a rhyme kid and still shine

But when I spot him I'm a get him doubt him bottom line

That future rap, yo I'm crap cause I play the streets

An the way yo niggas live that's what I say the beast

Keep the cheddar in my pockets ain't no bubbly

An when it trouble me, honey make it a double G

Helby fam represent New York City

Hang on the siss, an we get criss pretty

All my keys throw your L's up, you know it's on

I'm a keep this here strong until the flow is gone

Plug me in

Let me get a mic a checker, one, two now

I came through this show these niggas how we do now

Cadillacs be seated an we gettin weeded

As long as I've been in this game I have been indefeated

You can't fuck around my shit is at a puntin radies

Top or not still hot ain't nuthin changed

All these are G subs in uniform

You violate the fanzine now you'll be gone

Out the flame y'all you now how a nigga came

An' by the time I'm at the door you know a nigga name

Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yank it

Wish an' rest I got some guess up in my naughty sweats

Love the Benadet, elves we throw Sue Wynette

We hate enough to get in they well, fill your stretch

Get, an' meanwhile while you be talkin that same shit

You whoop a nickel this game kid

Plug me in