Lyrics:
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
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
I'm duece
Double trouble when I stunt on you
I'm an animal I belong in a zoo
Taking n***** out 2 by 2
D*** it's so hot
Feel like a fire in this spot
Pay cash for the $2, 000 jacket he's
Wearing, grabs a can of gasoline and
Pours it not at all
Carefully into the vehicle's tank, spilling
Some over
music
The hot hot music, the hot music
Yo, one, two, one-two one-two
That's how we usually start, once again it's the Thought
The Dalai Lama
music
The hot hot music, the hot music
Yo, one, two, one-two one-two
That's how we usually start, once again it's the Thought
The Dalai Lama
music
The hot hot music, the hot music
Yo, one, two, one-two one-two
That's how we usually start, once again it's the Thought
The Dalai Lama
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
Newham, I'm a general
Put some respeck on my name when you speak it
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've
I get the doors unlocked
I made it off the block when it got hot
My boy got shot
My crew is on lock
Down for some rocks
Found underground in socks
live and real with a street deal
Automatic causin havoc when I hit
I flip and rip shop I'm on some homicidal shit
Little nigga loco, catchin bodies
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
cock two's
And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
So when you play with us y'all
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
You ever seen a nigga go to jail and sleep 'til day two?
Well, that's how sick I
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
hot, yeah
It get hot, hot, hot, It get hot hot
It get hot, hot, hot, It get hot hot
Hot hot, yeah
It got hot off in Buckhead
32 shots I heard some niggas
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