Not A Test Lyrics - Lost Boyz

[Mr. Cheeks] 

A yo I come from New York V.A.'s where they found me 

This Mr. Cheeks I keep freaks around me 

L.B. Fam surround me in case something pops off 

Heat up in the winter in the summer take the tops off 

I'm from up north a New York City nigga 

About 6 feet I weigh a buck 50 nigga 

Not a pretty nigga smooth criminal type 

Freestyle or write I could do this all night 

I'm still that nigga with them (Car)hartts and them Timbs on 

Rims on the whip shorty come along 

It ain't hard to tell a yo I'm back now 

Look at the game yo E(Dub) lay the track down 

Ok now how do that sound it sound official to me 

Let them know we in the place to be 

And I got this chick thinking the taste's with me 

And she's leaving the place with me well let's go! 

[Chorus: Mr. Cheeks] 

Now what you hear is not a test 

It's the dice game runner he's one of the best 

Yo peep me at a game I came down with finesse 

Yo that's my word you heard the rest well let's go get it (2x) 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

A yo my tux ain't rented it's been a minute I'm back in it 

Pulled up in the STS this shit's tinted 

Jumped out like the mack with the black apple jack on 

My fault I ain't mean to make you wait that long 

I've been there I done that I hits the scene 

I hit the spot and rock I gets the green 

Yo listen money this is all I do 

Bag chicks stack chips road trips with the crew 

We world wide man we got a lot of fam 

From the Boo-Yaa Tribe to {?} man 

That Queens nigga get his dough in every way 

No bullshit he's in the lab like every day 

I throw my L's up for those that rep the team 

The middle finger goes up for those that left the scene 

Well how you see it well there's more green to burn than earn 

You know the saying man yo you live to learn 

[Chorus] 

[Mr. Cheeks] 

I like to be up on the low spit my flow and get dough 

Earn my keep in the game like I aim to get more 

We did it in the past we still doing it now 

It's the L.B.F. fuck who ruin it how 

I'm far from a scrub chicks love the style 

That's why they behave badly and act all wild 

I love it when I bring a cutie back to the cut 

I'm blowing smoke on her bootie she shaking her butt 

I throw a little bit more joy juice in her cup 

She lights another L up yo that's what's up 

She's good to go so I throw on some songs 

She peels of her jeans off and shows the thong 

It's a day in the life of your nigga here 

E Double yeah that's my nigga there 

Ain't forcing nothing shorty rock giving it up 

Yo Jamaica funk nigga I'm just living it up 

[Chorus]