Lbc Lyrics - Growing Out Of It - Lucky Boys Confusion

So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down 

Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down 

3 dollars to get inside 

LBC flying high tonight 

I need a pleasure release sort of like masturbation 

Yeah, that LBC kick, my malignant fascination with sensation 

It grows, on the mic where I flow 

Hide all your fans cause the shit's about to blow 

I'm gonna stomp, stomp, stomp all the critics 

Cause my lyrics are ideas not finetics 

Reggae-punk-hop will never get tired 

Bring in Adam the Townkrier- Fire! 

Right up in ya, as we continue 

To move the groove that in the end is gonna win ya 

Out, I doubt, no competition 

When I'm on the microphone you listen 

You're missing the point, kid spark the joint 

It's the way that you live, when you're a lucky boy 

This recipe yeah you know me 

This 5-piece band called LBC 

Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you 

But my world revolves around me; no it's not conceit 

Just a realization that at first I put myself before you 

So I can stand on my own two feet, right next to thee 

Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic 

I'm givin props won't stop with the shit you like 

So skip the trip, and spend the night 

Cause I'm believing that the time is right 

L to the B we don't quit 

With the styles of the while in the scene of this outfit 

The 5 of us with this reggae punk child 

Break em on in Stubhystyle 

It's that L dot B dot C dot scene 

Lucky Boys Confusion no we're not from Long Beach 

But from Chicago, we'll make your mind boggle 

If you meet the fungi from Colorado 

Always kicking down with our boys from the Swizzle 

Everybody said our styles would fade and fizzle 

My hair's still skunking don't be perpetrating me 

I've rocking the mic since 1993 

Oh, when I'm frustrated I've got anger in my head 

I think of the relative ease of the life I've led 

So many struggled and died so I may breathe air that's free 

I hope when they look upon me they deem me worthy 

We're just children of this wasted generation 

Trying to make the best of our situation 

So we play our music all night long 

Till everyone will know when they hear this song 

And here we go 

Yes it's that 5 tone Lucky Boy posse 

Pass me the Red Stripe so I can get saucy 

And watch all the girls jiggle-wiggle their hips 

Point to us and they pucker their lips 

This LBC let me tell you what's in store 

We'll play all night if you scream encore 

It's the way we jam 

LBC (Labuck) hits the stage don't try to compete 

Ryan sits down and lays down the beat 

Adam steps up and he matches the groove 

Joe kicks the lead and J starts to move 

Bop chicks do their off beat phish dance 

420 Geeks try to make room 

Carlito's getting naked and we're dancing, we're dancing 

This is one from the Townkrier, come to get you higher 

Happy to engage in the smoke like a fire 

Boom! Come on and make room 

Cause I'm hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer 

Shit, god damn, what's the plan, here's the plan 

Get high, get by any way I can 

I drop the flow you drop the flavor 

Kick the bassline just ask the neighbor