Lyrics:
Funky 16 corners
Hot like Jill Scotts blues
But damn too old for 22s
But I can still move
Groove
Lets roll
You cant do your thing
If your
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
on your nuts
[Treach]
Yeah we're the thing slangers, body boom bangers
Breaking in your shit with a hanger
Damn real I'm gonna live it up
Never
glorifyin' prison but I'm built tough for biddin'
See survival of the fittest shit I live it e'ry minute
Every hour to the second, I'm granted my respect
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
the flyest nigga that you ever saw
Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW!
[Interlude:]
"Who's comin' through?
Y'all know who! DO! "
[Verse 2:]
Bedstuy Brooklyn
Ayo Snoop Dogg yea
I got a question for you hm?
I wanna ask the question why why?
Do you do the thing that you do? Shabba
And how you keep on doin
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
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
motherfucka'
You think we gon' do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know I'ma bust my
sales makin niggas act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
pursuits
Lead you to the land of forbidden fruits
Scramble up your head and drag your brain about
Sometimes you got to do like Elvis did and shoot the damn
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up better eat that spinach
For four twenty-five niggas lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
What did you have to do that for?
Everybody wants to hang your ass,
And here's a note from Lenore."
Sun touched the cold steel bars
As she pushed
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
carried by the big six, domino
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
K Dot Thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
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