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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
the day I die!

(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
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea.. [imitating the beat]
This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea

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
havin a ball
Hah hey-hey-hey, we gon' do a lil' somethin like this I say
(Y'knowmsayin so I said)
I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat
how I live 
If we ain't gettin mathetmatics somethin got to give 
Broke for your fuckin life with nowhere to live 
Is no way to live, resort to Plan
the block down)
Let's get this cash nigga (cash nigga)
Shake that ass hoe (ass hoe)
And where my thug niggas at (there they go, there they go)

or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin' the block
But Paulie don't give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law
I want to be the kid to make the real live single
To make the party people in the crowd shake and mingle

(Yeah well Shy you can do that with
mix juice in
On the way to L.I., well I, could a took the hell-eye
But we do more behind wheel
Hampton home, two floors, for nine mill'
Real playa
filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a drop top Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'm a stop by the barber, you can hit the shops
One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
And this goes out to my DJ
stereo kits 
Whether cassette radio or cd bits 
Mix tapes from the best 

Going on and on 
Throughout the city grounds 
To suburban lawns 
Man  we
on in ya

If I was fucking you right about now
You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick
coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin' let me hear you say ride (ride)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
It's Lil
bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
And see prison, as just
somethin that shoot straight in your
Arm, and get a plate from duct tape to wear the bait, some man
Made jars didn't give a little shake, I hope ya got
First class
Full blast
Everything, women wiggle that ass

All my niggas analyze the color contrast
Live parallel, bound, shake control that
two heroin charges,
And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages,
y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina,
When I pass the camera,
Now on with the show 

(It's Tha Liks baby) 
(It's Tha Liks baby) 

One two, one two 
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide 
Ralph M
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes
to journey for herb
Always tellin' somebody to smoke somethin'
True indeed

[Chorus: x2]
The one that's flowin' fluently
Make yo baby say goo to me