Текст песни Plug Me In - Lost Boyz
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
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