Lyrics:
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
crew you go down six foot deep (Ha!!!)
[Verse 2:]
Honor toppa top, and mi nuh lie
Brrrrup!!! brrrrup brrrrup!!!! top a the sky (Sky)
Girls dem see me
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
nasty man
Dem haffi dead
(Two man) Hitch up on an rub up on
An lay down inna bed
Hug up on another
Anna feel up leg
Send fi di matic an
Di
(Talk that talk)
Dem don't know 'bout it Danger?
(Walk that walk) yeah
(Talk that talk) we say the best, wuleap ah girl
(Walk that walk) money
the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
and analyze
The way how dem ah live
'Cause everyday you ah get scrutinize
Jah will take them by surprise
That's when you will catch a stise
Tramp
Boy niggas, yeah dem boys at war
(Lil' Wayne)
(Huh!!)
Nigga...what!!...what!!
Walk it like you talk it nigga
Wayne's sparkin' nigga bulldogs be
Readyback!
Street Disciple
O2dR
None of my brothers dem flaky
None of my brothers dem shaky (yuh mad?)
Nexchange and Craig C, just know say we honor
love the sea side
Love and trust
I love my teacher,, lo ba toń
Anything I do dem talk
Am just a sinner love by God
I spend my money, dem go talk
I no
really kiss me
Dem a mad over me, hey-a, over me
An' dem a talk over me, hey-a, over me
Mi know a little girl by di name of Beverly
Mi check her stop, mi
dem talk
Me and 2shot we wanna settle scores
No need to rush all ye senators
Egunje collectors, men in black against us
Of course we gat the guts
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
fool
When mi know say ya scared like scooby doo
Swear pon mi life boi u are cartoon
U can’t be part of mi crew
Everybody pon mi crew
Dem ah pay dues
nasty man
Dem haffi dead
(Two man) Hitch up on an rub up on
An lay down inna bed
Hug up on another
Anna feel up leg
Send fi di matic an
Di
something from u
If you give dem money
If you give dem body
Dem go see u like monkey
For your back dem call you mumu.
I no want live my life to please dem
I
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
dem talk
Me and 2shot we wanna settle scores
No need to rush all ye senators
Egunje collectors men in black against us
Of course we gat the guts
Portogese
Live a China, say, you are born Chinese
Alien in a we country
Dem a call dem refugees
Dem a talk 'bout our sound
Have fi pack up an' leave
Big-big
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
Angst vorm Tod, ich geb' sogar dem Sensenmann Rücken
Mach' keine Halbe-Mio-Deals, wenn du Al Pacino spielst
Wo ich herkomm', sind Stilettos keine
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