Lyrics:
I won't ever die
Just burn the coffin
I look to the sky
And see it often
I'm gon live forever ever off it
I'm gon live forever ever off it
I won't
daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'
Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
I been in this industry
only live once, we slide to the telly
That lil' bitch gon' put on some belly and ask if you ready for love
Shots finna bus, fuck
A niggas set up, three
caught
Hop out the car, you can stop by them, runnin' out
Don't gotta tell them they know I be comin' out
Play with lil' ten, they don't ready to gang
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
the last time
now you gon' shine?
let me put somethin' on ya' mind
lil' cowards takin' hits
and protecting shit
it's a for sure thang
i'm a brang
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
you baby
Drink spilling, refilling
Oppas got your blood pumpin', relive it
Finally the first album, we did it
It's somethin' 'bout the scenes make it
trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew
Second verse [lil' ya]:
I wanna take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
bitch and the Eastside too
Your bitch a lil' spooky
How she wanna be my boo?
With prescription contacts
You can't see my crew
You fake niggas transparent
Charged up innis bitch, I can't fuck with lil niggas
How you dissin' on the gang that get you smoked, lil nigga
I can't be with lil niggas, bitch, I
the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma
No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise
Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being
confused
The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof
Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent
Ain't got a deal, but I can tell
(nasty)
When I fuck you from the back it make a loud sound
She only fucked on two niggas, that's somethin' to be proud about
And you know I trust this
somethin', we're a helluva crew
Once a week, we're on the street
Just to cut in the jams and look at your feet
For you to party, you gotta have the moves,
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
One, two, three
This that Fuck Everybody 3, nigga, what's up?
This that shit, this that shit you gon' vibe to, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Key Gang
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
I was starving
Tell me
How are we crew
I'm feelin' like a throw-away-blue
Like God's first draft of the sky
Balls it up for something new
And if you
everyday, stay battlin' niggas
On the corner, in the hood, dismantlein' niggas
I was watchin' you, vowed that you could excel at somethin'
Instead
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