Lyrics:
zagga-zucka-zaii
No matter what I say, I always come out fly
Because my records get respected as I like jettin
You will agree it's me, cause you know I'm inventin
of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin'
Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder
'Cause the days of the breaks be just
no race
I pull it out and shoot it right in her face
You probably wine her and dine her
And get jealous when you can't find her
You're nothing but
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
they cant stand him let'em hate
Only get one life so f**k the price now watch me ball out(watch my come up)
Buy it all my n***a yo we trynna bring
add up
Subtract us
Trap us
Stand up
Bust yo Cuffs
Get the f**k out my way
Get the f**k out my way
Get the f**k out my way
Get the f**k out my way
Get
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
Accounts to get ours check I envisioned to
Surmount and clear out the debts
It was critical but now I realize I'm threat
By that definition, who is
of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin'
Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder
'Cause the days of the breaks be just
can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o'clock one
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where I run them
Yo, my name's Wiley, I'm grimy
I'm too shy, see, you won't get
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
(2Pac):
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
We goin` all
swaggie
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
for one
If you good dey go talk
If you bad dey go talk
I'm out here living my life
Tell them I don't give a fk
I'm here with the crew
We ball and we
Y'all wanna know what we do
Alright, I'm about to tell it
Look, this is what we do
Bring your girlfriend straight to my house with her crew
These
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
ain't gonna hang
My AK is fully automatic
If you wanna live, chump, then don't get dramatic
'Cause the jail's got a goddamn mafia
Wanna scrap, punk?
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
more stacks, more racks
New chassis, all black, don't crack
Imma Put the city on my back
My crew my crew is better you
Blessing em h*es like two by
Yah
Yah
Time
To make some moves
Time to get out of this
You can not f**k with my crew
You are not part of this s**t
We are not busting no moves
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