Get Up

Yeah, L-O-S-T
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Why y'all folks in here actin' up your act?
Me and me and Ty, we 'bout to have a good time

I see a whole team of chicks tryin' to sit with us
We drinkin' Dom, smokin' chong, they wanna get with us
I got my V.I.P. section game locked down
Don't wear bad for J. Baff, we just came in town

We lovin' Ty on the floor, smokin' 'lly with chicks
Blazin' the amazin' the weed on the mix
All my peeps from my hood wearin' Timbs and jeans

Lost Boyz representin' South Jamaica Queens
And with my mens spendin' ends on them reliquas and beers
Ain't nothin' new to this, we been doin' this for years

Got my drink on good and my cash is right
Shorty hot, think I'm not gettin' high tonight
I'm with Malik and L. Fong, my man Haason
And shorty, what you're in is turnin' me on
Takin' me, makin' me wanna bounce with you
It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two

And, huh, word, yeah
And, ha, check it

A few hours in the jam, and I'm fired up
Jeans saggin', Timberlands 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 runnin' wild, representin' fam
Liquor, hoes, baggin' hoes up in Buddah's sack
Representin' Lost Boyz, stayin' true to that
I must freak it to the funk if the funk is ill

See a shorty on the floor tryin' to show the skill
I wanna run up on her and push up on her
And catch some Willie Bo and let her know that I wanna
And hit the door and let the act hit the streets

Get our eats, gets in between the sheets
Hit it off, bust it down

Back in my 'Yac, I'm back in town

And, huh, hey
Slay, word up
Huh, and, yeah
What? Nah, yeah, yo

It's mad cars up in front the piece, shorties bouncin'
Niggas on the corner, 40 ounce and fuckin' 'lly
Kickin' it to shorties jackin' by
See, some be actin' ill, and some be actin' fly

But inside it's the LB slide
Music bumpin', smokin' something, gettin' funkdafied
Wah Warr, Pretty Lou, J. Bawlin' Bo
Queen Josephine in effect, nigga, fuck them all
Pack drops by Def Star, shorties takin' flicks
Slick nice multiplyin' with Jamaican chicks
It ain't no real ill shit, just LB's in town

Niggas know how we get down

And, ha

L-O-S-T, 301-C
L-O-S-T, 301-C
L-O-S-T, 301-C
L-O, the S-T, the 301-C
L-O, the S-T, 301-C
L-O, the S-T, 301-C
L-O, the S-T, 301-C
L-O, the S-T, 301-C

And, huh, hey
Slay, word up
Huh, and, yeah
What? Nah, yeah, yo