Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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
this one for Juice
I am the one, bitch, you a deuce (brrt)
Niggas give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (get love in my city)
Niggas'll
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
do the whole dash (Skrrt)
Percs, poppin' two tabs (Two tabs)
Then you swallow for the cash (Skrrt)
Checks, I get cash (Cash)
Lot of cents, smiles in
'Till I’m whippin in the Star ship
I done dealt with the harship
I’m talkin cuttin people off
I just needed love, I just need the peace
Gotta run it up
tospeak
Im in my bag i keep it locked up yeah thats me
They hate the way i do it so damn easly
1.2.3
1.2.3
1.2.1.2
1.2.3
1.2.3
God damn i do thas shit so
yall to speak
Im in my bag i keep it locked up yeah thats me
They hate the way i do it so damn easly
1.2.3
1.2.3
1.2.1.2
1.2.3
1.2.3
God damn i do
this corner, MC Ryan D
And up next is 2Pacalypse
Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don't flip, cause I can do this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin'
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
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
Tha crew and my cousin
I put up my dogs
Y'all wish that you was em
Y'all talking like Tom
Repeating my words on your verse
When i get to cuttin
My
will not understand it)
(Eat your ass up like a steak ???)
(The Crew will not understand it)
(Eat your ass up like a steak ???)
(Has your crew
your brain like it's Tarzan
See the critics talking their hate, hit the alt+tab
Sick of rappers acting irate, call that all gab
Aw snap, gonna get down
on a solo
Props for killin cops I'm hellbound
I'm on a motherfuckin mission, I'm goin at it
You want a freestyle kid I'm wilder than the penile
Back up
Make way for the mash out, when we roll out
My crew, we don't fall out, we just pass out
(Wake up) Time to get moving
Time to get the body live
an expensive sport (two of them, two of them)
Me and bro-bro cuttin' through the hood, Lamborghini Aventador (yeah)
I know it's a two-seat, but they say less
on him
He don't even trust the niggas 'round the corner from him
That he grew up with, he done got into it with
Investigatin' niggas if they tellin'
Never turn down when it's on, I'm front line
Always respected what's real, I want mine
Anytime they shot up the hood was go time
Once you start cuttin
out
My crew, we don't fall out, we just pass out
[Wake up] Time to get moving
Time to get the body live, body live moving
Party powerful flows,
Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know
Who the boss is without
Looking, then you got
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong
stomp
Earthquakes, hurricanes will build up until dusk
Throw fishin line to a chicken a reel it up
My crew gun clappers, half of 'em pilled up
Hit
Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me
smoke it til' I'm high if you ever seen me
rock than you know that I- live
and die for the things I do
Two girls at the crib
We the Gsk boys you know what we finna do
So I'm up late late night don't even think I can sleep
I was just tryna get the bag
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