Plug Me In Lyrics - 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