Lyrics:
to see how I do
Poetic maximalist not taking cues
Pop shit the way but I vibrate like ooo
Like the battery powered
Flower that tickles her flower
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew
slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew
me gossip (yo keep your mouth shut) scared to death when I pop up
I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
Been around you, play
the medals in the warfield of respect
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet
Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
Hoping that my shit
do)
This a P-80, not a nine
(Killed him and his crew)
We keep it 40 not a 9
If they try to move, hit him in his spine, that's what we gon' do
Everybody
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
(I'm going crazy, you got me going crazy)
Now there’s only one thing that I want my baby
(Your the only one that I want)
It goes 1 plus 1 equals 2 times
that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by
through this
Come by sooth this
Coming like Jennifer Lo
We all looters shooters
Crew shit students
Chasing that stick or a bone
Yeah it's crew shit
No
many ladies wanna share my tongue
Uh, man this life of mine, me in the lead being pressed for time
So that bottle gon' pop, then my record gon' spin
Then
that bitch (don't trust that bitch)
Better suck my dick (my dick)
Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (had to move my crib)
Name one ho
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop
And Shackleton led the way
By April of sixteen
The crew caught a gleam
Of a place called Elephant Isle
But it was so remote
That no explorer's boat
Would pass
could find
That there's beauty in these rhymes
And follow our journey through these lines
Look at what we just started
Me and the whole crew fucking
convince me that they had rough
And if you my dawg, we ball together
Felt like I was in the dark forever
We not the same, on two different levels
Say she
B-Fade but today call me Captain Kidd Lex,
Spare Time and Aesthetics with the Cali Connect…it’s like that y’all
Run it down to 2 tracks/ Call me stereo
stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck it
Smash them both, they pop my cork and take a toast
Tha Mix
couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job
fronted and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Beat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my
em
Lasko grab that shit, and let's take cover, they better not spin again
Free my right hand KQ, got two daughters, he stuck in that cell
Mind racin',
with the iron like tyson
Came for your necks like a noose that you fasten
Two steps ahead of your crew I be lapping
Shit, who want the smoke?
I'm burning
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
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