Ordinary Guy Lyrics - Lost Boyz

[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]