Lyrics:

{*Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds*



[Mr. Cheeks]

I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick

Me and my click, we was on the Van Wyck

A whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaks

The music lowers down and this passenger speaks

It's a, flame of mine from back in the day

John Adams High down on Rockaway

Like to blow around the smoke in the air from the trees

from the way it's lookin, word they still gettin G's

Scoped out the whip, I'm checkin out each honey

They must be gettin money, I didn't see code 20(?)

The L's was burnin, Alize is what they drinkin

If she said she's on the way and yo it really had me thinkin

of back in the day when we both used to swerve

At parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herb

Word my man I never hit it raw

On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen



Chorus: Mr. Cheeks



I'm, just your, ordinary guy

Love bitches and money and love bein high

Run with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky Tah

How that sound?Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh

Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)

We used to get down and hustle my man

But nothing comes easy in this world full of shit

Nigga take this job and shove it out quick what



[Mr. Cheeks]

One day I'm workin up on the block

Slingin my motherfuckin rock

Now police they tried to run up on us

My niggaz tried to warn us (where at) on all the corners

And now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettin

You see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-ed

Hopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyard

I knocked on the door, yo whassup bruh?

Yo let a nigga like, me in

Police they tryin to pull a nigga in

They lookin for the kid that's sellin that crack note

Lookin for the suspect in the black coat

Yo, I'm not, I'm I'm not the baddest

but these motherfuckers know my status

Now peep it I be comin with the motherfuckin

thunder and the rain, I will remain, cause



Chorus



[Freaky Tah]

This job, shove it out quick

Nuttin come easy in this world full of shit

Used to put me down, to hustle with my man

Little somethin, from livin in the 'Ville

Huh, huh, huh, hustle my man

Huh, huh..



[Mr. Cheeks]

Now, now, now, now this one day I'm workin at JFK

It's the 4th of July, nigga HEY!

Something's wrong man, I don't like this day

it's going too long man, I'm gettin strong man

from pickin up these motherfuckin banners

See I want that shit to make my eyes sad

So I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10

I'm all in and in the van with my man

Now I'm up on the block, puffin lye

And I'm with Lou, Spig, and Tah

Now peoples lookin at us, lookin at us

Police they wanna come through and rush

But we ain't got no crack, we got weed

That's all we need, yes indeed

And I'll, always

smoke weed in the hallways, cause



Chorus



[Mr. Cheeks]

Take this job and shove it out quick

Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

I used to get down and hustle my man

Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)

Now here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)

We used to get down and hustle my man

Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

Nigga take this job and shove it out quick

Take this job and shove it out quick

Nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

I used to get down and hustle my man

Well here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)

Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?)

I used to get down, and hustle my man

Now nothin comes easy in this world full of shit

Nigga take this job and shove it out quick

What?



{*ad libbing to the fade*