Lyrics:
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4 my class that nobody can mess
And woo woo (woo, woo)
What you wanna do
II
I'm the illest muthafucka a live stormin your area
The ill massaker
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
a fool
Standing by myself & I don't ever need a crew
Everybody sleeping, I'm just out here making moves
Flowing like the ocean, I'm forever dropping
The darkskin common sense like Wu meets DOOM
Talkin' bout his revelations like the 2 live crew
I done did what would take niggas two lives too
And I'm just
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
(Rodney on the track)
Long live Da Baby
It's when times get hard
You gotta stay down, stay focused
Keed talk to 'em
Ridin' with a Drac' in
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
"Just A Bitch"
(feat. Chyna, Too $hort)
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
To G-slide
Let's Go!
[x2:]
Lil Mama get it poppin', put in work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
When I bump up
on the crew
Where the bad bitches that was in the back by the booth? What it do?
I've been watching y'all
Talk for a while just to top it off
Mama dance? No
Body straight outta sight
Gotta little diamond by my side
Keep a few diamonds that’s my right
This just how I live my life
And I gotta stay hype and I
diamonds on my crown
And diamonds on my ring
The cross wont mean a thing
Cause he got up out of that grave
But til that day I wont delay to live by faith
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
Like, make the name up for the crew
Might call it Witter Pop! (Naw, nigga that's wack)
Yeah you right, yo did you find a studio?
(Yeah I came across two
Written By King Cato
Produced By Itswhiteeyez (White Eyez Beats)
Hook
I touch it turns to Gold
With all of this ice I'm hella froze
Playing to win
Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama? Whitey keep on callin' me nigga?
Get my
a method to heal the hurting
Once dismissed by the mic surgeon
And twice was bitten by the kitten who remains uncertain
Remains a virgin
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
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