Colabo lyrics

Artist  : Lost Boyz 
Song : Colabo



 Send "Colabo" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [J-Drama]

Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this
track

Who wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me back

Sparkin the dutches every day, Colabo with Queens
Most

Up in the party, drinkin Bacardi, yo how we
go

Rockin non stop to the top

And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel like
they gon pop

Who wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my
scheme

Know my team, standin right in front of the
screen

I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the
games

Out the same Queens crew, but two different
names

JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too

I wild on any track like that son I be runnin
you

Leavin you on the floor bleedin, eatin mess is
what you needin

Cardiac arrest with poor breathin

I be leavin you in the dust, you can't front on
us

We lust for the cream, and ya gun don't bust

Nigga what



[Bandit]

My team reform like a mason meeting

I put the heat to your face, official Queens
greeting

Niggas like you get slapped kid, just for
speakin

While my niggas wild out, off the shit I'm
drinkin

That aint ya proof, I let loose on your whole
group

While ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya fuckin
loot

That's how we do, jump out like you owe
somethin

You Q roll somethin, stompin like you stoled
somethin

You think I'm frontin?, yo my Queens livin, money
gettin

Whether its rap or coke flippin

Ya niggas need to avoid collision

Cuz your chance is tryin to advance to all my
fam

When it's gun to grams, wrong plan you and your
man

Quick to get rejected, I rock a 50 inch
necklace

My team break records, we make ya life hectic

The Queens Most Wanted, yo my man made you run
it

But shit you did, we done it, y'all niggas don't
want it



Chorus 2X: Leek

Ain't no tellin what I thought of them

Me and my hooligans a ruin em

Send hot ones at his crew and him

Fluin him, M.L. style, spinned around blaze the
pound

Now lay ya ass down



[Rob U]

We be the wild type shifty livin cats from
Queens

98 hold it down, basically for my team

Mega drama in the hood, y'all got to stay on
point

Cuz nothin to lose, wanna be thug cats

Push ya shit back, but fuck that

We play the game too, only if it's necessary

We never start shit, we finish shit

And holdin it down, when it's time to go hard

In this rap shit too, if you wanna get
technical

It's quite a few to hold it down like we do

And lay ya verse on a track that be
confortable

It ain't a team out here fuckin with my crew

South Jamaica Queens, Queens Most comin
through

Rob U, Wow Woo O, and my nigga Leek, and Bandit
kid

Forever in my memory



[Jugga]

Now let me get on the mic, and get the penis

What's the count em in this?

Third and one, man in motion, I'm about the blitz
ya scrimmage

I see everything in my perimeter, I deliver the
blows

Sendin you to the ground, you can't get up, lay
down, stay down

Sendin game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O
Beem

Came on the field with O E, and nobody can hold
me

The acrobatic track assassinator me and Drama

Stand back to back like 25 on a calculator

Now make a move, I shake em like an
earthquake

I'm a take em and tie em into a human pretzle

What's left to do then break em

I disappear like a genie, reappear on ya tv with
and LP and CD

Strictly GB now we be, gutter butter family
strong

Smurfin my bong, blaze trauma to bomb 

on our flight to our show in Hong Kong

Now hold on tight, it's the rap reckin ball

Knockin ya out of position we don't saw

JnJ, Queens Most, colaboratin evacuate

A whole platoon of niggas, we should of did it
sooner niggas



Chorus 2X