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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
from town 
Papa was a driller on a wildcat crew and my mama never was around 
I learn to cuss when I was two and fight when I was three 
And by
paralized and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa

[D.U.]
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
want to try for two, 
Guess he'll get along without no help, 
Live all his life on the mountain by his-self
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
But mama always said the truth couldn't hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was R-I-G-H-T on the nail
Cause now I'm out
1,2 Uhh 1,1
1,2 Uhh 1,1

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know
mama always said the truth couldn't hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was R-I-G-H-T on the nail
Cause now I'm out making my
1,2 uhh 1,1
1,2 uhh 1,1

M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man

[verse one:]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
the day I die!

Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew
real muhfuckas'll do
When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew?

Are to the O to the see
mama always said the truth couldn't hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was are-I-G-H-T on the nail
Cause now I'm out making
want to, homie
But I'm a stay short but funky

Don't stop, just call it verse two
It's Short Dog baby from the Dangerous Crew
Not your average
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
1,2 uhh 1,1
1,2 uhh 1,1

M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man

[verse one:]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I got a woman
Lives on Stony Hill
She used to sit down and gamble with
Mr Buffalo Bill

He's a bad man

You got
Straight muthafuckin' ballin'
Part two
Still ballin'
Westside

Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I got a woman
Lives on Stony Hill
She used to sit down and gamble with
Mr Buffalo Bill

He's a bad man

You got
who wrote the song to win a British songwriting contest in 1945
- sung by the crew of H.M.S. Amethyst as it made its historic dash down the
 Yangtze
bring your crew, but we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'

Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets
1,2 uhh 1,1
1,2 uhh 1,1

M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man

[verse one:]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
to the two, but we're not the ones 

Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping 

Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
Universal as I stroll down the street
Africas's a bolling over flowing inside of me
I used to sport a curl made by Jerry
A Jerry curl
but as time