Lyrics:
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by
(I'm going crazy, you got me going crazy)
Now there’s only one thing that I want my baby
(Your the only one that I want)
It goes 1 plus 1 equals 2 times
that bitch (don't trust that bitch)
Better suck my dick (my dick)
Bitch find out where I live, had to move my crib (had to move my crib)
Name one ho
many ladies wanna share my tongue
Uh, man this life of mine, me in the lead being pressed for time
So that bottle gon' pop, then my record gon' spin
Then
through this
Come by sooth this
Coming like Jennifer Lo
We all looters shooters
Crew shit students
Chasing that stick or a bone
Yeah it's crew shit
No
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop
And Shackleton led the way
By April of sixteen
The crew caught a gleam
Of a place called Elephant Isle
But it was so remote
That no explorer's boat
Would pass
convince me that they had rough
And if you my dawg, we ball together
Felt like I was in the dark forever
We not the same, on two different levels
Say she
could find
That there's beauty in these rhymes
And follow our journey through these lines
Look at what we just started
Me and the whole crew fucking
B-Fade but today call me Captain Kidd Lex,
Spare Time and Aesthetics with the Cali Connect…it’s like that y’all
Run it down to 2 tracks/ Call me stereo
stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck it
Smash them both, they pop my cork and take a toast
Tha Mix
fronted and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Beat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my
couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job
with the iron like tyson
Came for your necks like a noose that you fasten
Two steps ahead of your crew I be lapping
Shit, who want the smoke?
I'm burning
the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers (to live in die in L.A)
L.A, California Love part motherfuckin' two
Without gay ass Dre
name gon' live on
The Zeppeli name gon' live on
Forget the green in my pocket it's on my clothes now that's my fresh drip
And using green to solve my
em
Lasko grab that shit, and let's take cover, they better not spin again
Free my right hand KQ, got two daughters, he stuck in that cell
Mind racin',
I did, I did for you
I stuck by your side when you ain't have no crew
And I was the one who got you outta shit
When you ain't know what to do
They
hat dude
Champagne pop, I'm about that life, molly gon' pop, I'm about that life
Backwood toke, I'm about that life, living good, might not remember
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Know you've been looking for something new
So me and the crew about to come on through (Come on)
And you need that heat nothing less will do
Me
down on the blacktop
That shit's gotta stop, so I kick the hip-hop
Pop that devil in his ass and make him flip-flop
Flip-flop flip-flop back when I talk
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
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