Da Game

[Hook 4x: Mr. Cheeks] I needs dough, you needs dough We needs dough, so yo [Mr. Cheeks] Put on my thinking cap and wrote a rap About the niggas getting out of state trap, living that, yo what's up black? Well it's my third day home and not a cent to my name No jobs to claim, I'm back in the drug game I need some money in a hurry, I'm saying My baby boy Troy he'll be two next February I'm in the crib with my man, my nigga Van Dam And we thinking of an out of state plan, peep it My man Roller Dough, fired up on Friday Cuz buying an Ac' and bounce on the on the highway Now Friday comes moms is beefing cuz I'm cursing She smells cheeb' on me, I'm a whole different person Well I kiss her on the cheek, she understood the chat 'Now call me when you get there, and tell me where you at' Well all right, ma, checked out on my niggas, then we jetted With fifty balls a piece, war and peace for unleaded Smoke blunts, forty ounce and G and me bouncing This is how we do, we the Lost Boyz, we in the game [Hook 4x: Mr. Cheeks] The bitches, the money, the cars, we in the game [Mr. Cheeks] Jeans in a hurry, gonna blow For 46 balls a piece, and each gotta owe In the trunk, punk, we bouncing to Jamaica, Queens, funk And inside the blunt, want 21 skunk We headed for the belly and we entering the mouth My niggas in the half, black, and yo, we headed south Now that don't look right, but listen, black, we ight We blasting coppers in the face in case the coppers crashing light And smoking blunts by the boxes, ghetto champagne is chilled Stopped at the first Big Boys for gas and the mill Now everybody's looking at them niggas from New York With Phil' jackets on and they peep as we talk I say to Pretty Lou, look where Roller Dough's at I want one of them shits by the time we gets back We got the gas, saved a mil on the road, once again Tahleek's on the blunt, G&B's on the blend, we in the game [Hook 4x] [Mr. Cheeks] Now we reached the destination, one o'clock on the dot Went to check out the spot, it's right next to a lot We jumped out the car, we got the whole town staring at the New York City plates, and the dumb shit we wearing I guess it all seems that the game could cause racket How niggas in the Ac' and each got a Phil' jacket A weed town out loud, we got, shit on the board Every single day we get fresh at the in the mall Trooping, plus we got the garage moving We getting our connects from a dooba named Ruben Hanging, out of state, our nine is a visit Living in the park, but in ya park it ain't your present in the game [Hook 4x]