Lyrics:
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm
coming in live
Some of you niggas had me
Knock shit down for nine-five
I told you last year that I
Burned you in a flame now this year
I'm wreckin average
And the team getting big
3 continents ayy
Anything I want I say and its done in a day
Send mix to Russia it’s done by the AM
Round the clock shit - нам не
crews stress, fully on a quest
To be recognised, put up on a level next to me
And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat
We yet to see competitors
Blackbeard I'll make you walk the plank
I need a escort you my only dancer
I need a doxy baby you foxy
Bumpin that 2 live crew
Me so horny when I'm 9 inches in
non-stop
Call me Mr. Party
2 bad bitches on my body
& they so attached to me
I think they tryna get naughty
Hottie body left Hottie body right
Nicknames
non-stop
Call me Mr. Party
2 Bad bitches on my body
And they so attached to me
I think they tryna get naughty
Hottie body left Hottie body right
Nicknames
that shit too weird
I fumbled with my bitch, we been together more than two years
I promise imma tell that girl I love her by the new year (Fasho)
You
even save me I was wrong before long God paved a new way
My head a mix of greatness and ingenuity
I find a place in my heart for anyone who's true to me
to claim the title.
They want to be the bad man thug, 'cause that's their idol
Don't live by the life your not supposed to be livin, ...?
'cause 1 can
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
I can live foul as dirt road hicks
I can make three plus two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
of Caddy or the truck
Whippin', movin'
Crew going stupid
Really in the mood to pack you out
You losin'
Like a 8ball that I hit with a pool stick
Had hella
the deuce, with my crew we bout to dip
I'm coming from the Worst Generation Mr. Robinson
Code four danger-danger, rob you for your common sense
Take all your
and cocaine in hands of kids
Why niggas die young in this life we live
Just a young nigga hustle on the block fo cake
Bring yo crew and you kiss yo mama
Wishing for them live shows
Where everyone inside knows
This is how the mind, soul, body reconnect
Much respect to the crews who break a neck
I'm only 5'4
[Angie Martinez] Oh!
[Sacario]
I don't think y'all ready [Angie Martinez Laughing]
It's what the world's been waitin for, live big, car keys
They never right
That's not polite
[Pace Won]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Pace Won, Mr. Perfect
Take a warm shower
Make a condo out of saw powder
Make the sunny
Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie
we won't need one
Once it's begun, you better recognize
Terrorism on the rise caused by government suits and ties
Because they mix truth with lies,
[Mr. Pookie]
Destiny, now can you tell me wha's tha meanin
Where I'm goin in this life,its so trife,I get to skeemin and dreamin
Is thea a way I
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
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
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