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our back and not in our face
'Cause 2 Live is the Crew, the boyz with da bass

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club, 
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew, 
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch 
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein 
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique. 
We
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
the sky, 
Completely disappearing behind each bar.
Then a helicopter flew by. 

"Say hi to Earl and Edith. 
Tell'em I'm doing fine. 
Tell'em you're old
behind each bar,
Then a helicopter flew by.
"Say hi to Earl and Edith.
Tell 'm I'm doing fine.
Tell 'm it's time for them to let you go now,
They
crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust

It's Trademark the truth, laid back, aloof
I'm God, as if you needed some
shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
pipe that I've been laying as long as you keep 
Swaying to another crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's 
Simple so get it through ya two temples
crack fiend just went and took his mama's life
And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe
I said, "Guilt will let him know what he did
and you don't
of 'maica at the age of ten
Landed at the dot airport, comin' out of may pen
Raised by his grandmama, until his real mama
Could send for the youth,
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch 
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein 
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique. 
We
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
All
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with dick 
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga 

Straight up out the gutter, have
That's my adrenaline
So we purge sandusky, purge zimmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two vans
Me
different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to

Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowaday, it ain't that
a mutha-fuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two,
Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you
Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black
Cause god damn
and cocaine in hands of kids
Why niggas die young in this life we live
Just a young nigga hustle on the block fo cake
Bring yo crew and you kiss yo mama
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
the Westside on my way out 
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on 
From Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out 
And laid out for public
axing up could she do him a favour,
she grabbed de nigga's hand and took him in the room,
and laid on the back as he fucked her with a broom, 
she said
crew 
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush 
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians 
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
the hell and back
So know yalls coz I can never just sell you raps
This is my life laid on wax

Chorus:

Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy