Lyrics:
on the floor)
Oh my, dirty bass
Oh, you got that small, I can break that off
Let me get that (get your ass on the floor)
I'm gonna live my life
No matter
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
friends get with me and my friends
But don't bring your ass by and you ain't got no ends
Word is bond it don't stop
Just ease your mind, come along
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
the extra dunkin
Now back that ass up and give me somethin (What!)
2 Live me baby just move somethin (What!)
Wine girl you just so fine girl (Yeah!)
Let
She gots a 25 with an extra click
Baby girl you make it feel soooo damn
Good riding my dick chunckin up your hood
She like the girls that kick
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
on his dick 24/7
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons
Living in Compton, California CA
His Uzi up
California CA
His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin' for a credit, he's knocking out teeth
Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big
through a glass? The only thing that’s true is your ass girl if I die young but slowly did I live fast girl I just don’t know how to dance girl I come from
better tool up cause I ain't done!
When you hear the shots
I'm not documenting, I'm 2Pac-umenting
I'm one of the Beatles
How I'm whippin' from that Lennon
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
off
Girl you know you too hot
Girl you know you too hot (hot hot)
You, too hot, Tru
Going live like the 2 live crew
And if she bad imma pay my dues
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
rotate
I say girl make it rotate
Clap clap that ass for me
Girl back it up, put that ass on me
Can't catch feelings 'cause you fucked my homie
I fell in
to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin' about how I'mma tip
They ass up out the basket
Belligerent glass
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
California CA
His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin' for a credit, he's knocking out teeth
Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big
, i'm that man that'll bust dat ass
King tee talking:
Yo check this out. this is tha alkaholik crew. e-swift didn't they say it
Couldn't be done? they
No? Hold up. Stop
You ain't bout that life (bout that life)
You ain't bout that life
You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!"
Then climb back up
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
theives and foes nasty as I wanna be
That makes me 2 live for your crew
Ho get down get low
I'm crossin these mammas like tic tac toe
Let's ride let's go
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