Lyrics:
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
the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Never too much, never too much
I roll you one, roll my crew one
As soon as I'm done, buy the new one
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
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
Smoov in the building and I am the boss
Bottles and bud and blunt on me
SwishaMan in the building so it's time to gig
No soap opera but we smoking proper
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
her bring her friend, come through
Im icy with the crew
Got a desert DJ Clue
How i grew how i grew
(HOOK)
Poppin bottles, Spending Guwop,
Women Hot,
We get
Fucked up
Ooo
Ooo
Hop out the coupe
Bentleys and bottles and blunts
Ooo
Im on a roll
I dont gotta stunt
Know Im the man
And on the hunt
Get
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
cars (Cars)
Have to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Uncle
and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
the bottles
Purpose for the bottle, we on battles
A sip of the bottle, boning blows like pablow
Gets waste by night, SMS with bitches, bad
Girls and whores
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us but ya
to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
'Jams on it'
I'm not a role model, I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models
So inhale, exhale, what you smell?
Derail
and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I
Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty who wit' me?
My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner
I suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a role model I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models
So inhale, exhale, what you
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