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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
, run and get your bigger crew 
'Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2 
Pow pow buck buck pow buck 
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Ah one two
Take em up, take em out, bring em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your, mine, it's all
, run and get your bigger crew 
'Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2 
Pow pow buck buck pow buck 
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you
Take em up, take em out, bring em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your, mine, it's all about
Runnin' through the nation without a care
          Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
sent (blow 'em down)
All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit
I make it tragic, when I rapidly (fire!)
(buck buck buck buck buck buck buck
sent (blow 'em down)
All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit
I make it tragic, when I rapidly (fire!)
(buck buck buck buck buck buck buck
[Verse Two]
Coward niggas ride 20 niggas deep
With a piece, underneath the seat, make 'em think they street
I don't need nobody else, whoop you by
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
to quit..

When I feel high post don't you play me close a dig 'em smack
A get you back and I'll hit with a dose of oaktown power
And charge you by
in a gridlock
With a fuckin dreadlock, cause you know I bust shot
Notty dread, notty dread, come slave driver
Buck 'em dead, buck 'em dead, Bushwick
fact that Jack is anti-black
SO HERE'S YOUR FUCKIN PAYBACK
(I'm with the..)

	"Lench Mob.."
	"Huh, buck the devil" -> Ice Cube
	"Gotta let 'em know
for some juice
when the move was interrupted by two twins
and they friends sportin body suits
They said whattup, I said whattup, and they broke it down
in a Ford van 
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with
screen drooped
in the driver's seat souped, cause it's a Bentley
When I pass by, have you stuck, S.U.'s, black 'em up
Twenty-four, black rims, tires
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Twenty four seven while
My crew chin check your profile
(Rollin)

I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
Grimy by
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
represent them killers cause they in my crew 
[Chorus x2] 
[Da Hound] 
I just hit the streets with my beer 
Them niggaz know what time it is 
Clear up
the bu-bubbling back of your waistline
I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT
Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and
in the club scene where I met Ms.
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
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