Various Artists - Ordinary Guy lyrics

{*Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds*} [Mr. Cheeks] I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick Me and my click, we was on the Van Wyck A whip rolls up on the strip, full of freaks The music lowers down and this pa**enger speaks It's a, flame of mine from back in the day John Adams High down on Rockaway Like to blow around the smoke in the air from the trees From the way it's lookin, word they still gettin G's Scoped out the whip, I'm checkin out each honey They must be gettin money, I didn't see code 20(?) The L's was burnin, Alize is what they drinkin If she said she's on the way and yo it really had me thinkin Of back in the day when we both used to swerve At parties we would bounce, smoke a whole ounce of herb Word my man I never hit it raw On the strength to-f**in-day we still get it on, listen Chorus: Mr. Cheeks I'm, just your, ordinary guy Love b**hes and money and love bein high Run with Pretty Lou, Spig Nice and Freaky Tah How that sound? Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?) We used to get down and hustle my man But nothing comes easy in this world full of sh** n***a take this job and shove it out quick what [Mr. Cheeks] One day I'm workin up on the block Slingin my motherf**in rock Now police they tried to run up on us My n***as tried to warn us (where at) on all the corners And now I'm I'm I'm I'm jettin You see I'm almost, I'm almost, Moet-ed Hopped over the gate, landed in my man's backyard I knocked on the door, yo wha**up bruh? Yo let a n***a like, me in Police they tryin to pull a n***a in They lookin for the kid that's sellin that crack note Lookin for the suspect in the black coat Yo, I'm not, I'm I'm not the baddest But these motherf**ers know my status Now peep it I be comin with the motherf**in Thunder and the rain, I will remain, cause Chorus [Freaky Tah] This job, shove it out quick Nuttin come easy in this world full of sh** Used to put me down, to hustle with my man Little somethin, from livin in the 'Ville Huh, huh, huh, hustle my man Huh, huh.. [Mr. Cheeks] Now, now, now, now this one day I'm workin at JFK It's the 4th of July, n***a HEY! Something's wrong man, I don't like this day It's going too long man, I'm gettin strong man From pickin up these motherf**in banners See I want that sh** to make my eyes sad So I jumped off early, got on the back of the 10 I'm all in and in the van with my man Now I'm up on the block, puffin lye And I'm with Lou, Spig, and Tah Now peoples lookin at us, lookin at us Police they wanna come through and rush But we ain't got no crack, we got weed That's all we need, yes indeed And I'll, always Smoke weed in the hallways, cause Chorus [Mr. Cheeks] Take this job and shove it out quick Nothin comes easy in this world full of sh** I used to get down and hustle my man Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?) Now here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?) We used to get down and hustle my man Now nothin comes easy in this world full of sh** n***a take this job and shove it out quick Take this job and shove it out quick Nothin comes easy in this world full of sh** I used to get down and hustle my man Well here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?) Here's a little somethin from Linden and the (?) I used to get down, and hustle my man Now nothin comes easy in this world full of sh** n***a take this job and shove it out quick What? {*ad libbing to the fade*}