Lyrics:
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
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
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
crew a chosen few legit minds
Who live prime shorty's on some fly stuff
Admitted that can't resist mines
Mahogany complexion body probably dressed in
My
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
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
live, but this way, all that's dead
So act like you know, black
It's the mega don, check the stat
Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
[chorus 2x]
[profes]
Check
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
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Yeah, yeah, it justifies
Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
Mega live like
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
thug musik
All that's loose leaf my big game
Scrow foul lives snake eyes
Ready with steel at any given time
I'm a kill stone hearted nigga
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
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