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Aww yeah, party you lookin' good out there
Now we got flavor on top of
I'm talkin' about we got the old school flavor and the new school flavor new from the LB fam
I'm the local Starsky and I want you, you and you to get and party
Cheeks it on 'em

Yo the situations I'm in it seem my out of order
Escape place my in the recorder
I sit spark and listen' start my reminiscin'
Realize there's mad fam' missin'

I'm holdin' back the tears, no doubt we lost many
Mom Dukes held it down years
Now chumps came and left when my Pop Dukes split
No I had it bad as a kid

But held it down no me to the school
Meetin' slugger now cool
155 kept it live no doubt
Mr. Tel is comin' down to out

We s'in out all the time in the all nine
Talkin' 'bout that mine
niggas growin' up in the city
Enjoyed the streets at home things was shitty

My mom's boyfriend tryin' to break her and hurt her
Not yet drinkin' but still thinkin'
Pro players and weeds under trees
Gramma said there'll be like these

Now when my granpops away
What can I say? A nigga flips still to day
I'm gettin' drinkin' whiskey with the thugs now
I'm on the van my man sellin' drugs now, I'm in my zone

You see 8 million stories in the spot I'm from
LB fam never 'til the job gets done
Word to moms pay to the slang we say
Hot ass but it still be them games we play

You see there's 8 stories in the spot I'm from
LB fam never stop 'til the job gets
to moms pay attention to the slang we say
Hot ass but it still be them games we play

In high me and Lou we dressin' neater
I'm on the with Taliek Master Skeeter
At hooky parties tipsy with the bangdods
O E Newports, wings and French fries

Knuckleheads out on the school trips
Not liquor at the time but took a few sips
I'm gettin' on young plan of makin' G's
Gettin' from shovelin' snow and rakin' leaves

on the van with the old cats
Pushin' plush holdin' cold gats
I be like you one night I said to Mike G
His reply get yo' money don't be me

I mean it looks hella good but this is a shame
I to survive in the game
(I know)
Nothin' but hustlin' and scramblin'
Jailtime, and gamblin'

My chick is on 'caine now
I mean she ain't the same now
I mad, mad niggas in the game style
But the key to survival is to pal
Yo I get enough cheese I'm gone
Until then life on and on and on and on and on

You see there's 8 million stories in the I'm from
LB fam stop 'til the job gets done
to moms pay attention to the slang we say
Hot ass grams but it still be them we play

You see there's 8 million stories in the spot I'm
LB fam never stop 'til the job done
to moms pay attention to the slang we say
Hot ass grams but it still be them games we

Yo, eighteen years of age gettin' green on the
In front of coliseum with the team
Organized the lab chicks, same cab
Skills in the nice with the jab

I'm money baggin' honeys in the acres
Officials out to a queen's money makers
Ride in stolen Jeeps
Now as I creep the streets I lost mad peeps

Now as the ran on I noticed mad bang
Never go against the
Now durin' that time we's no cash
Sayin' that this can't last

Came up with this to get mad cheese
Right or wrong official LB'z
Lost a lot of fam on the to success
Rest in God bless

You see there's 8 million stories in the I'm from
LB fam never stop 'til the job done
Word to moms pay to the slang we say
Hot ass grams but it still be them we play

You see 8 million stories in the spot I'm from
Lb fam never stop the job gets done
Word to moms pay to the slang we say
Hot ass grams but it still be them we play

Mr. Sex most wanted Luv Bug Starski
A ha a ha, LB fam group be the click