Lyrics:
Number one, never leave this product in the house
Number two, get your own crew
Number three, gotta have discipline in your crew
Trust, gotta be
[Eso]
One, two, one, two mic check respect
To the old school and new lest we forget
That we come along way through the pain and lovin'
To get that
than his crew is beautiful people to me
And the finest government you could buy, it's beautiful people I see
If you live five to one against, it's good
to get on stage
And once I got a club gig I lied about my age
Just a couple blocks away was the Hollis crew
Run and them used to rock at one ninety two
I don't get offended by the thinking of the old
Where I'm at is where I go, and a circle ain't my thang
So it seems there were two gangs
Not
don't know a lick of judo
Fly to PR, stick Menudo
Come back, cop a six with two doors
Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew
From Washington
on the law
Mix the Bape with the Lacoste dripping when I walk
Said she dont like fat niggas, yeah that's what you thought
Two weeks later suckin dick until
fit my head like it was tailored
I'm on my worst behavior I feel like 2Pac in Vegas
Some phanda pusha yeah
The vision super clear
Fuck your opinion you
Yo
Saturday night, Uptown
Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's popping kid? We in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr.
Yo
Saturday night, Uptown
Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's popping kid? We in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr.
thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we
follow me here
Let go now and let God just steer
Rainbow clouds cause it keep flooding
Shots outside, boy you better come in
And I smoke it by myself,
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
the streets, got those I want the charts now
What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it
Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it
Young Money!
Yea,
See? Shook! Go on then
I got war lyrics in my book, go on then
Go on then
Kiss my black foot, go on then, go on then
One, two, diss my crew
Three, four,
many fly colors on the hoe toes
God dammit, motherfucker ruling whole planet
Gimme' two times, cut no shit, nah, fuck it
I'm coming through kicked
'em
Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
It was 2 Live, Florida crews caught heat for rappin'
But free speech pollination kept bees colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her
the fucking trenches
Leaving marks for Oji
They gon feel us b4 they see us
Thats them fucking Ojis
Riding around we buss’n
Wipe it up cuz we comin
2 Live Crew
Pull up in the 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2
I don't fuck with Don orange, purple, red, green, blue
I went from the bando to counting bands bands ooh
Club lights
nigga Same people I live for I'd die for my nigga
Whole crew making money yeah we viral my nigga
This is champagne music yeah I'm popping my nigga
I made
Who the hell do you think you is
Better tell me where you from and what's your biz
You can run your wallet and your crew can too
I don't really give
This shit sound like 3022
Stay a hunnid, make a hunnid million with the crew
Gotta keep a tool, ship be dangerous when we move
We be in the stu, turn
Being normal don't mean I gotta be like you
life only makes sense when I live my truth
Through my youth
Is the only way a brother ever learns how
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