Lyrics:
Jokers be stalking me
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask
Stick up
rosy
By reuniting
Two heads are better
Than what I hear
Let's kiss and make up
No use to break up
We need each other, dear
Why should we shake
everyone, gather all together
Overlooking none, hopin' life gets better for the world
Dress me up for battle, when all I want is peace
Those of us who
gon' rule like me
Keep it true like me, Cole you might be
Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T
Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee
Meets
on your buzz, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your
head
My crew burst into a rage
Spliff lifted this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage
Yo, Rampage
Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbing
From sea to shinin' sea
That mailbox money sure been good to me
The postman starts his outboard
'Cause we get our mail by boat
That song I penned in '81
exists
Then how come He never lives here?
Teachers told us the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple
And an edge of the empire
Hah, everybody knows I'm live (Candela)
Everybody knows I'm fire (Candela)
Go ahead and slip I'll slide
All up in your B-O-D-Y
Babe, don't
the water with cheeses, making the money get mold (yeah)
Tryna be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue (yeah)
Put 84's on lanes, I ride by, you think it
and no tide
See, onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but here's two
Death and she life in
You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole
Then you'll want to retaliate, regroup and come back
So you set the brothers up for a sneak attack
smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't
the lies an' alibies an' come to realize
My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch
O' get pushed
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
repeat
[Chorus]
The man who lives by the gun now
bound to die by the gun now
repeat
[Chorus: x2]
The youths are wailing in the streets now
through niggas
Whole crews, not just one or two niggas
Cause you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on t.v. in New York, them
its supposed to do.
[Chorus]
Dance little brother
Don't give up the fight
Hang on till tomorrow
The truth will come to light
Dance little sister
I'm good at (oh)
But don't be me, 'cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee
And get
the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', swervin'
Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy
Yeah, and all
to dance
Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
I'm rockin' on the mic and you can call me Run-Love
I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
wrong?
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
Get Top on the phone
Tell the squad come home
We gon' ball again 'fore he call us home
World is going brazy
and M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole
on tonight
Gotta dance, gotta dance, gotta dance
[Chorus]
Ain't no use in holding up the wall
Come and get that body on the floor
Baby, lose control
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