Lyrics:
defense
That's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin'
Got money like I cloned it
Your bitch came through and I owned it
Rims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned it
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
bling-bling, ah bring me wuleap ah asset ('set) (yup, word)
But when me check it out, she ah di angel of death (death) (uh-huh)
Yo, she one of them freaks that
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I
do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
I hate a dude that be
Actin’ like he get dough
But you know money short
and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
Who brings the flavor?
That's me, that's me
Who brings the flavor? That's me i got it
Oh no, it's a scandal
I drop upon the mic like an anvil
keep it money over bitches
Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life, la vida loca homie livin' that thug life
Been raised in violence,
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
lullaby
Hang with the homies and learned to
Kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin
Just let me ride
Bitches
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
of weed
Landin' on land that's overseas
In them S.U.V.'s and we polly for more g's
Who that sphinx in a mint jump suit, don't make me fling you
My two
I testify when they ask me ta speak
I said that only Lord knows two rants to praise the Lord
(Nah)
I think it's bout time we'd shine (shine)
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
disgusted, and couldn't be trusted
He tried to battle me and found self-destruction
Two Live Crew
Two Li - two Li - two Li - two Live Crew
Bus-bust
jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon
people was feeling me at
The time that was some raw shit
Spending our last money putting
A mixtape out"
Meek's greatest leap forward came
In the couple
without warning the very next morning
Once we step thru the door, party over, that's the endin
You and your crew'll leave out, a bunch of dead men
Bump me
with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that
Ooh, ooh, ooh-wee, boo-boo
Momma that man back again
Y-T, part two
Yeah, man, turn me up, Niko
Ooh, ooh, ooh, boo-boo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who That Who
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