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Reggae!
	Rrrroots, rap, reggae!

And we don't stop
It's like that y'all, and then we're ready to play
It's no jive, it's live, and it's reggae
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
through
You not T-Boz baby, I'm not tryin to Creep Wit you
Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs
Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die

Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
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
be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions [2x]

[Reggae melody] 
I wonder
Out, I doubt, no competition 

When I'm on the microphone you listen 

You're missing the point, kid spark the joint 

It's the way that you live, when
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the boogie down productions crew
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they
another breath 
I smoke my new joint to the bud 
Like it's the last muthafucker left 
Just me and you evading enemies 
Let you get my last shot
I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight tight
Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right
Let me fly
Ease back, the g's back with the r
Sun is in,
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
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
the styles I be bustin' 
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin' 
Knockin' emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions (2x) 
(Reggae melody) I
by rhymes yo it's hard times
All across the nation cold points of frustration
Created hot joints of illustration
Concentrate while stakes are high
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
The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,
the Bombudd me keeping doctor away
They homies see me comin and they know me spend cash
They jock my reggae rhymes so they double up by bag

Sometimes me
a million thoughts runnin wild in my heart
When it beats it creates musical art
That talks and melodies only heard by Mozart
Telepathically traveled a form
(Say, muthafucka
What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this
Funky joint?)

My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum
My homie Snoop Lover's
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
slang I use 
breakin' down mics 
and destroyin' crews. 

1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
you'll lose!

Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
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
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

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