Lyrics:
lip torn tattered sash hard ass cast and crew can support though,
A band of young bandits never destined to grow,
Live in the mouth of the island
stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter
My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My niggas, half a B, we got money
My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get
damn
They in love with the crew, fam
These two freak hoes wanna lick it up
Tell them drop down low then pick it up
Slow it down then speed it up
Clap
froze I start to daydream
(And get high)
Another bottle of some D'usse
Don't give a fuck about what you say
I'm rolling with the crew
Got a couple bad
the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!
Heh, I got live on stage
Purple Gang and B.U., let's go!
Feelin' old as ever man I came with a buzz
Two shots,
Kratom in my orange juice, call my crew and roll the dice
Shooting shit on Watt maybe also on Marconi
I'm in the Y2K three deep with my homies
Mikeal got
in the groove
She make me bust some moves without my dancing shoes
I don't give a damn I don't live by the rules
Cause cash rules errthang around me
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
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Ooh oh my
The crew and I
We the ones they're talking about yeah yeah yeah
Ooh nana
The crew they don't like
Threatened by the alpha males yeah yeah
act like a copy of my hero's
I wanna live for forever just like em Even when I hit absolute zero
I think about x I wanted to be an Antihero
You can't
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
show respect when I slam sets.
I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,
Roll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want.
Big up
Two things on my mind (Ronnie on the beat)
Can I achieve my goals?
And can I do it while I grind?
Lately everybody looking at me different
I just
wasted!
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip,
Get wasted!
Gimme a jug of that Crowne
Guzzle that down
What's
I'm trippin' on that now
I can tell by
and rhyme,
drinking four bottles of wine.
We laughed as the night slipped away from us.
It's funny how our lives intertwine.
For we both will be gone, by
landscape, of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
gone
I took pack to the the journey I'm gone
I hit two blunts in the morning I'm gone
I sip two bottles of Morgan I'm gone
I drop the cash and I'm
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
thats just something I live by
1 a.m. on my way to the club
Got bad bitches with me 'bout to turn shit up
By 3 a.m. tenth shot in the cup
By the time we
A strip club legend we fuck up the racks
Smoking the one this far from the two
Just made me a fifty just left from the booth
I can see through all the hate
chase after h*es I move up on em
Don’t come through nomo i blew up on em
My money was low it flew up on em
We sharing these h*es we crew up on em
Two
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
bounce that shit
Now here I am, chillin' in the 212
I got my shawty by my side
And my two live crew
Makin' noise, wakin' the hood
Fuck they gon' do? I got
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