Lyrics:
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
famester, famester's gonna be slapper
I been doin' this pah
I done stuffed tissue in the top of a tape
Just to record marley marl
(it's the firing squad)
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
set this record one time, 'cause it's
One, two, to the three, four, five
Now I gotta set this record on line, 'cause it's
See I don't live a life try'na
like no deeper underlying shit
At a live performance
I performed this shit in my bedroom
So this shit's personal when
I'm just in my room dancin'
Alone
him D my nigga
KRS-One, him the President come
The crew called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de
[Ms. Melodie]
Comin live and direct in full effect
Ms.
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
over
There by your record label, huh?
You see me up there, real big
Yeah! In a real flamboyant way!
You see the 'Beautiful' single blowin' up!
All in
out to
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes out to Ice
of the Year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes
knows this
So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling
I'm rolling with Umdada and I'm um holding my swollen
And doing the project dance from back in
that got the shorties in the smash)
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
Yea Haha niggas it's 2006 and I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers (to live in die in L.A)
L.A, California Love part motherfuckin' two
Without gay ass Dre
gimme borrow
As long as I got yay
And two semi autos
And connects in the jets
Like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think 'bout
lid
'Cause, when I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew
a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers
Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
We live for raw
of course
When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours
In your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed
Thinkin' you gonna sell two mil' cakes
of course
When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours
In your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed
Thinkin' you gonna sell two mil' cakes
a crew
Not 5 not 4 not 3 (Just two!)
In the beginning, let it be like the record spinning
As a child I stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off
Put it
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
It's a kodak moment
We the three live crew
She like dark skin niggas
Like I'm kodak to
Bitch I'm in the strip club
With ho you call boo
And she
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