Lost Boyz - Not A Test lyrics

rate me

[Mr. Cheeks]

A yo I come from New York V.A.'s where they found me

This Mr. Cheeks I keep freaks around me

L.B. Fam surround me in case something pops off

Heat up in the winter in the summer take the tops off

I'm from up north a New York City nigga

About 6 feet I weigh a buck 50 nigga

Not a pretty nigga smooth criminal type

Freestyle or write I could do this all night

I'm still that nigga with them (Car)hartts and them Timbs on

Rims on the whip shorty come along

It ain't hard to tell a yo I'm back now

Look at the game yo E(Dub) lay the track down

Ok now how do that sound it sound official to me

Let them know we in the place to be

And I got this chick thinking the taste's with me

And she's leaving the place with me well let's go!

[Chorus: Mr. Cheeks]

Now what you hear is not a test

It's the dice game runner he's one of the best

Yo peep me at a game I came down with finesse

Yo that's my word you heard the rest well let's go get it [x2]

[Mr. Cheeks]

A yo my tux ain't rented it's been a minute I'm back in it

Pulled up in the STS this shit's tinted

Jumped out like the mack with the black apple jack on

My fault I ain't mean to make you wait that long

I've been there I done that I hits the scene

I hit the spot and rock I gets the green

Yo listen money this is all I do

Bag chicks stack chips road trips with the crew

We world wide man we got a lot of fam

From the Boo-Yaa Tribe to {?} man

That Queens nigga get his dough in every way

No bullshit he's in the lab like every day

I throw my L's up for those that rep the team

The middle finger goes up for those that left the scene

Well how you see it well there's more green to burn than earn

You know the saying man yo you live to learn

[Chorus]

[Mr. Cheeks]

I like to be up on the low spit my flow and get dough

Earn my keep in the game like I aim to get more

We did it in the past we still doing it now

It's the L.B.F. fuck who ruin it how

I'm far from a scrub chicks love the style

That's why they behave badly and act all wild

I love it when I bring a cutie back to the cut

I'm blowing smoke on her bootie she shaking her butt

I throw a little bit more joy juice in her cup

She lights another L up yo that's what's up

She's good to go so I throw on some songs

She peels of her jeans off and shows the thong

It's a day in the life of your nigga here

E Double yeah that's my nigga there

Ain't forcing nothing shorty rock giving it up

Yo Jamaica funk nigga I'm just living it up

[Chorus]