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wo-wo-wobble, wobbin'
Ass so fat, all these bitches' p-ssies is throbbin'
Bad bitches, I'm your leader, Phantom by the meter
Somebody point me to the best
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
girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause strobe lights lie
We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up)
Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt)
News Reporter:
Well, it seems they're in the news again.  The 2 Live Crew has
started a dance craze that has basically taken the nation by
storm!
wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass erect and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that
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
Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades 
that got the shorties in the smash)

Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
Whats up white girl? 
Drink, smoke, party ya ass off 
You know you ain't got no ass to party off 
But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks 

I
inside this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
up ya grill 
Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like Massin Gil 
Still burning shit now and I'm still learning how not to fuck 
With ya baby
whip 
You catch quick those who catch it most don't last it down on Doogan 
They rollin' two deep, so they ain't too sleep and crews creep but they
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
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
niggas, Masta P, we got money
My niggas, Two Live Crew, shawty get it, get it
Too high crew, hit it, hit it

I make love to my girl, then I get high with my
get off my dick
Pull up to the bumper baby
And kiss my motherfuckin ass!

As we come, together, forever, whenever
The clever get better (better) so
niggas laying in the cut 
Like a pit never give up 
Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass 
With a touch of class handle that ass 
Two aluminum
on your nuts

[Treach]
Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers
Breaking in your shit with a hanger
Damn real I'm gonna live it up
Never
Pack a hundred people, ya know ya gonna need'em
        Straight with the system is down by law
        Cause every two hours they get nine more
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang 
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews. 

1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
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
treatment
Special two heated missles, 'til your crew's leavin' witchu
I rip you in half, blast that ass through a glass window
Laugh a little (ha ha)
small
I can break that off
Let me get that
(Get your ass on the floor)

I'm gonna live my life
No matter what, we party tonight
I'm gonna
thought you knew 

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler 
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar 
Stock em all up
tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds