Lyrics:
Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I
pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you're the one to Mamalopinga"
(Female Voice)
¡Ay Ice, qué grande eres!
El señor Mix me mamó y mamó
that's sealed
A bag of gelato and a bag of pills
I got two pints in a book bag
I ain't pay for 'em, you know I took that
White boy try and show me he got
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
live'n la vida loca
She work a stick
Like a game controlla
She bust it like Super Soaker
The Harley Quinn to my Joker
No talking, I'd rather show her
I hit
Jaws drop like leaves in the fall
I live my life like it has been a beach, it's been a ball
Ay, y'all been talking hanging out, I been on a different
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smoking mad
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
baby here's the proof
Said the blues
Said get loose
Like this really what I do
Masked up Papi
Mix fentanyl in roxy
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
the castro
Im coming through on your wack crew
What you gonna do
Cormega pick the mic come through
Ay yo I get mines
Well enough to be considered big time
My
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over
The train barrier so how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
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