bullshit Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down You can't hold us down, You can't fuck around [Mr. Cheeks] I creep the
Tulkojums: Lost Boyz. Nevar turēt mūs uz leju.
bullshit [Chorus: Lost Boyz & Mel] You can't hold us down, You can't hold us down You can't hold us down, You can't fuck around [Mr. Cheeks] I creep
do ah job on me But I'm proud to be that nigga In the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way
he down then his book's healthy You see, I don't only talk about the cars and the cribs, I look wealthy Beef ain't a problem with us now And nigga you can
Capri and Lost Boyz need it loud and clear 'Cause I got something that you need to hear Hey, yo, I only hit you with the shit thats official Why shouldn't
tha Lord Frum da maternity ward to tha morgue, I count my blessins It's a game I should but can't afford but I ain't stressin' I'm E-S-in 4 mines it
branded, God-damnit we ill More horror than "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya will UGK ain't
can't get up, lay down, stay down Sendin game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O Beem Came on the field with O E, and nobody can hold me The acrobatic track
m gettin smoked out Scate through the streets in whips crossin five digits Takin shorts from no midgets My style is top notch, y'all niggas can't fuck
can see ya niggas out of prison We miss 'em Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo these niggas wanna outline us What's the deal god, they hard to find us Be prepared
peepin' us, aye yo we peepin' you Mad at us, we got the chicks poppin' most with us You can stare but don't discuss, aye yo these hoe's with us Bottom
rock up my rhymes like krack kokane I'm in da game Much luv 2 my nigga Snoop It woodn't be crackin wit out you I woodn't be standin in deez black
ya area With the lb fam, love peace and nappiness A little sample, but first.. My man canibus, gon' rip shit down, ha ha [canibus] Yo, yo, yo Lost boyz
does my future hold? Niggaz is dyin', will I make it past thirty years old? I can't run, I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done What the fuck's
ah job on me But I'm proud to be that nigga in the ghetto that just can't stay out Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide And it ain't no way out [
