Lyrics:
day I see my mother struggling
Now it's time, I've got to do something
I look for work, I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs and come home like
'm as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
day I see my mother struggling
Now it's time, I've got to do something
I look for work, I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs and come home like
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
I like it I love it
I want it all the time
(Sex)
I crave it I needs it
It's always on my mind
(Sex)
I like it I love it
I want it all
by my homie but I (Can't make it)
If it was non-existent I would die (Stay with me)
I don't want to ever let it go (A quickie)
Beat it down like I
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
need that, my love
Next and Next Lives
We found each other in this life
I know that
We will meet again in the next and next ones
Like we did in
Now I can keep it real because I know I'm not alone
I mean
I love Jesus like the next one but sometimes I just want to bone
Whoa that's TMI
That's
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
was a circuit
Now, the game's full of fucking clowns, like it's a circus
It usually takes hoes two years to get tired
I mean, gettin' all them sides
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
Because rap was a desert
And I helped minds escaped it
Yo Nas link it up it's
Like an ill typed bracelet
Fake thug, no love
You get the slug, CB4 Gusto
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
just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigger in my crew
I bump
run through crew, I've got the pass for the run through
See a buff gyal, then I'm like "come through"
Always see me killing it, killing it like
mind it's like a million
Never met you but want you to have my children
Right by my side through thick and thin
I see you not just as my lover but my
put it on my wrist
It's like I live in a toilet the way that I be shittin'
My niggas never bargain, we stand firm like a sir
I shoot you back two
the
Love that exists between two naked
Women while I watch
Tom: We need her to put her shirt back on
Mark: Please
Tom: It just took away my boner
My boner
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
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
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