Lyrics:
you should let me love you)
For the first time, hit the bass line
Count to seven then to eight, nine
We can waste time
Find a dollar for some great
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
as far as they can take it
My nine to five is just to hit ya; get the party live
I'm black thought, used to rap for sport
Now the rhymes sayin' rent
take it
My nine to five is just to hit ya; get the party live
I'm black thought, used to rap for sport
Now the rhymes sayin' rent payin' life support
I
wild, sharp around, edges, hat is from Kung Lao
I get loud like hood women and the weed man they cussing out
Cause he fucking 'round with a one seven
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
the crib
Or seven dogs like a puppy
Nine bitches in the crib
Oh we all feeling lucky
Seven seven or celebrate
I gave it to Erykah Badu
Mixed that fucking
things you ain't done before
I need 1 2 3 4 5 drinks sitting in the system
I see 6 7 8 9 10 chicks I'm tryna get with them
Move ya waist
Feel the pace
Oh
"If you niggers interfere we’ll kill you!"
(This is the voice of Zimbabwe)
I used to teach Sunday school
To the grade two crew spitting knowledge
game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil Da Agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, Crescent Heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
, so I ask you why not be an oddity?
It goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for the babes
And four for the hustle
This one is for
on Linden in the one-nine-two
Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do
Hoping to battle, but most MC's ain't ready yet
But if they utter one word
on
A specialist when I'm bakin'
Rhymes be comin' out, we makin'
We challengin' these chumps for lumps
Here's the statement: stop hatin'
The crew is all about
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
involves sliding the cadd 9 up but leaving
The other strings open. in the chorus there is a flourish
Which I play as em9 054030 and em7(2) 050430 to get back
Your shit is sweet 'n' short, you need an extension
Like dinosaurs you left in the age of extinction
My life is flawless, I don't live by prediction
I
Seven for fifty or Two for Fifteen (I got it)
I'm so keen co-signed by the dean
Knocking competition out the box I'm so mean (Don't be mean)
Fuck you
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9
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
’m solo or with the crew
You feel the vibes when I step in to the room
I’m a flee guy I can put it on my set
3, 2, 1 then I’m off that, jet
Do my ting never
the people wanna go, wanna get, wanna get,
wanna get up and go seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve,
fourteen, twenty-two, twenty-three miles to the county seat
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