Lyrics:
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
my chrome piece
And licked two shots leaving four men deceased
But how the fuck did two bullets kill four niggas
Checked out the cock and found
this nigga lets go
Get set, go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
on a mission
Brand new 4-5 with the RIP (RIP)
In the trap all night 'cause my dog don't sleep ('cause my dog don't sleep, yeah)
Used to live a nightmare, I
ain't trying to get by
Cause I can't just get stuck in the same old mix
Know some niggas who stuck in the same old shit
Still be thinking about all
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
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
my God
Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
Diggin in the Crates crew click my brother
I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other
For those that
Benz kaufen
Könn' von all dem Taxigeld
Einer in der crew 4 life
Ich hab dir so viel zu verdanken
Mars massive!
Aachtung, Mars kriegt auch mit dreißig
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
I'm way too charged, live like a star (Shee)
Live like I is, you not up to par (Huh)
"Survey said", who raising the bar? (Brr)
This for my ninjas you
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack
Ah, hip, Swass, down
let's go in 1,2,3
Mix it drink it shake it up and sink it
We don't give a fuck what anybody else thinking
Grab a bottle pop it grab a bottle pop it grab
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Them Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga
bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka,
I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your
Face freak
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
I'll try
Reproducing pollination beeswax, watch me leap and fly, Whoo!
Two, two three four
Three, two, yeesh! Woah
Hahaaaaa, yeah I feel good
It's
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
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
on the menu
Jah bless
No wahala, no stress
Holy father, amen
Mega don dada, two cents
Ngiyaz’thandazela
We live forever
We at the top, we came to stun, no room
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