Lyrics:
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
(nasty)
When I fuck you from the back it make a loud sound
She only fucked on two niggas, that's somethin' to be proud about
And you know I trust this
enjoy a glass
May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask
Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews
Minus one, burger moves, let
Get mad if you want too
I've been moving this pack on my own twos yeah
In the stu with the whole crew
Cookin up so we could sell it all on iTunes
was broke, all that I could give you is dick
I need a girl that's gon' still be, bout it bout it
No doubt about it, can't live without it
Sex me
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
adrift
washed ashore their bodies
consumed by nothingness
One by one and two by two
They follow
One by one and two by two
They swallow
One by one and two
times to excite you
Have you drippin' off mah chest, wantin' ta be crew
Wantin' to be flauntin' the shit that we do
But ya can't nigga, ya still
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
nigga can't take a step in my shoes
Keep it solo, don't rock with the crews
I done came a long way from the booze
Still getting bitches by the twos
filter
I swear 2 God I like bitches ratchet; yea that means nasty
1 that spread them legs & let me eat her out (ugh); like a chicken basket
I need a bitch
Pull up in a foreign, that's sick
Two hundred on a watch, that's sick
(Got it on smash)
Money don't fold, that's sick
(1, 1, 1) (what else?)
I'm still in love with you
Little bit of loving you, babe
Girl, I'm in love, girl (yo, yo)
It's always you and your crusty-ass crew, be actin' new
broke, that was a easy decision
My mission was to make dough, not end up in prison
But I'm still in a helll of my own
Bill collectors won't leave me
And though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride?
Niggas never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick? Are we live
short kid, a light skin, an Edgar and a emo boy
Uh yeah, two members involved in the killing are still at large by the names of Human Error and um Michael
(make ya scream out)
Some people really are (still)
Still dreaming (st-still dreamin')
(O-o-o-o-one two one two
Some dreams stay dreams some dreams
talk it 'cause I live it
('Cause I live it)
I don't really talk it 'cause I live it
('Cause I live it, nigga)
You know that I got it 'cause I spend it
IIIIIII, got struck by lighting and the thunder!
Wildin in the shit from the tundra - The wonder
Help me up, someone's pullin me under!
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
for them to turn to each other
Sefton genes so their fighting still
Lost the house, but I'm still fighting
Fire in the block, and i live there still
knocking at your door
So open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to
I'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter
Touch you touch you I might
Choppin' a bitch my crew hit then they slide
Know I live by the trap and the rules I abide
I won’t touch on a thot keep my girl by my side
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