Lyrics:
cheddar
You never
Crew terror
We just pull up our pants ain’t no two steppers
OG’s shaking my hands ain’t no new reppers
Million dollar advance I can’t do
a lame, look
I'ma invert the crucifix, feast on a virgin
Work the word in, use ribs for toothpicks
My Strange family crew's loose knit
The radio don't
Ooo
I’m in my new bag my bad
Why you mad? Thought you knew that my bad
I’m from a city where they run up on you
Screaming gang, gang, gang gunning
bad
They dropping these bomb over in Bagdad
Explosions in the sky
You hear the C-ram
This ain't no live fire exercise
Element of surprise
I'm Trapped
stranger, remind me who I am
Oh it's a bad habit, such a bad habit
I make new rules every day
Guided by my mistakes
Always need to tweak the recipe
I live for
I don’t really be knowing
All the new steps
But I might come through with a two-step
Catch me grooving with the crew
In a crew neck
Living real smooth
to the next man's urging eye
Our excursion eliminates those folks that's purging
Like virgin we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery
[Chorus x2]
On tight
face
Yeah that's what winners do
Pocket's looking phat with a "ph"
Let the good stuff roll in two by two
Make the yard look like the ark
I want too many
ya’ll, and it don’t stop
A one, two, y’all, and it don’t stop
A Yes, yes, ya’ll, and it don’t stop
Sly deSilva, I’m the villain, I’m the new face
bitches lined up
Yea you know they coming by the two's
Chasing this money shit ain't really funny
This shit changing my mood
Everybody getting boomed if u
on terrible
I'm gonna live to the end cause now we're going on..
Are you really ready for this
Style that'll get you in a twist
Step back on the track
Yeah, Bam Bam
Live from Jamaica
Uh, yeah
I'm feelin' like the Phantom of the Opera
Hangin' from the ladder of the chopper
I might splatter if
fuckin' that girl
Pullin' up in the '96 Coup
It's the motherfuckin' 2 Live Crew
What you wanna do with these bad-ass hoes?
Get 'em out they clothes!
gone no lie
So let me, so let me
Take you outside
Just trust me just trust me
Just trust me
Yeah I’m bad news, love you one minute
Next day I just snooze
One-two, one-two, who you?
Ain't no jackin us, that's true
Got 'spect taken away, you get loot
Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped
Catch 'em and check 'em,
It's too late
Can't regret it now
It's too late
Can't regret it now
[Chorus: x 2]
At a human's price
Trying to live that life/can't slow down
the brimstones, sinners
All you motherfuckers act like Hitler
Confused by the motherfucking things he did to ya
Now we're heading to the seventh-inning stretcher
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma.
Click tight, for life, family ties.
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga.
All for
and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers
Why do us like you do
Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2s
No breaks for madd crews
Nowwho the fuck is you
witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
the beat wile rockin wi me
check check live an direct, lose 2 tha man mutha fukin hit… yes wiked
cumin up agen
dj bad boi ride wid him, ride wid him, ride
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
Welcome
to the voice response registration system
of True School University
representing universally
you have added
hip hop ethics
one two zero
for
punch you in your face like that kid from Detroit
really yo you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama
tall kid with the hoopa hypa
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