Lyrics:
Clap)
(Stop, Clap)
(One, two, one two three)
Proceeds to perform RUN live
Calabasas, california 8pm monday night
Got big arms
What's up with you?
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
(Rodney on the track)
Long live Da Baby
It's when times get hard
You gotta stay down, stay focused
Keed talk to 'em
Ridin' with a Drac' in
nigga)
Tell 'em tell 'em (break bread nigga)
[Chorus: Bone Crusher & Ludacris - repeat 2X]
Heyyyyy I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain
can bring friends
I told her bring plenty through
Twirl, twirl
I do not hang out with many crews
That's what the envy do
Shine
I hit up Ghost
the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my
could get the scoop
What you think I'm stupid
My crew is mad deep
I hope you niggas sleep
I throw a bomb through you window
Burn you up and your
a fool
Standing by myself & I don't ever need a crew
Everybody sleeping, I'm just out here making moves
Flowing like the ocean, I'm forever dropping
credit cards in another language
I get em mixed up tryna buy a sandwich
2 In Portuguese
1 In French
2 In Mandarin
And 4 in Spanish
Mama say, mama say, ma
yes)
4 my class that nobody can mess
And woo woo (woo, woo)
What you wanna do
II
I'm the illest muthafucka a live stormin your area
The ill massaker
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
The darkskin common sense like Wu meets DOOM
Talkin' bout his revelations like the 2 live crew
I done did what would take niggas two lives too
And I'm just
in the groove
She make me bust some moves without my dancing shoes
I don't give a damn I don't live by the rules
Cause cash rules errthang around me
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
"Just A Bitch"
(feat. Chyna, Too $hort)
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
diamonds on my crown
And diamonds on my ring
The cross wont mean a thing
Cause he got up out of that grave
But til that day I wont delay to live by faith
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
cry too
Maybe you can tell me why I never get along with my step bloods
I keep this pain like my part too
Seeing mama raise me by herself nobody help
Who's that? With the yout' that boot
That yout' with the cute yat
There with the boom bap
Cat with the 2Pac durag
Knew that crew that do pack
Like, make the name up for the crew
Might call it Witter Pop! (Naw, nigga that's wack)
Yeah you right, yo did you find a studio?
(Yeah I came across two
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