Lyrics:
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
and two together; we're the boyz with da bass
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
2 Live
verse 1
I was just chillin in the club me and my crew buyin
out the bar you know how we do
then the dj let the people know teddy pain in the house
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'
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
Got any last words?
Yeah, yeah, I got some last words
Once again it's on-
Ice Cube's in the motherfuckin' house
The nigga you love to hate
Ice
up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out
Okay, get it
niggas are the craziest
So you and your boys are ass out
When I'm rollin' in a seven deuce glass house
The Mob ain't nothing but a menace
When we get
a menace
When we get the motherf***ing dog in us
Playing them old beats
I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies
Ready to peel your cap
You
When we get the motherfucking dog in us
Playing them old beats
I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies
Ready to peel your cap
You can't
your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, bought me
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the boogie down productions crew
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they
to dem muthafuckin cluckers
If you want something come and get something (2x)
[C-Murder]
I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I
cause a bad heart condition and
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
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
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Live half a life and throw the rest away
That's rock bottom, when this life makes
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
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
IT ON! (2 LIVE CREW!)
YO' BODY! (YOU KNOW WE GOTTA, GET LOOSE NOW!)
Chorus
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