Lyrics:
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
think that it's World War II
By the way 1500 gon' slide with the cannon
I really don't be doin' shit to these niggas
But just let me talk, and I'll
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
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You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
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
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
forward two steps back
Making habits claiming habitats ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of time
And get mental pop the tape eight track
of sleep in the next room
The same two tracks have been
Playing on loop for
Several minutes, as Meek and
Nicki Minaj, his girlfriend, argue
Gently over
two.
Sidli spy two fede mina ngyamfuna.
Be se ubofi joint come join the crew.
Bambi sandla we in the room. Wooo!
Gibeli skuta hai two
Two by two o ya
the motherfuckin Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
Ayo catch me
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
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
turn fact to fuel
Fifty-two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards
Makin' sure they're all there
Next part sayin' what's up to Grandpa
By
Making other pirates' flows sound
Like Speak and Spell
And I'm Bangarang, Captain Hook
Top chap in my whole pack of crooks
The chapter book king backed by
I'm liked
So why the heck do I detect crooks are lying
Look at Nick and J, throw the book at Ryan
I am sick and silly, we live in facilities
We're
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
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
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
on the 48-track board
We look around for the best possible break
And once we find it, we just BREAK..
.. or, we just BREAK {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
There's two ways
of Burbank, Illinois, please call us immediately
Uh, bitch, I'm with the crew
Bitch, I'm with the crew
Acting goofy off the juice, now we only seeing twos
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