Lyrics:
And another thing:
Me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place
But we left B-Boy Records
And you know what happened after that point?
Ha hah,
gleam clean (what, uh?)
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing (uh-huh)
When
the vision
Caribou Lou is tradition
And the way to be true to your living is strange
We come in peace
But if you wanna be dumb and beef
A gun is
never too much love
Too much is not enough
Let's live it up
Let's live it up
There should be nobody sitting
Wanna tear the roof down
Put your palms up if
niggas should run and
Go clean ya colon
Any human that be assumin I check my
Nigga ruben for the ice cuban
Assist him in my Lincoln Ave boomin
Whats
the worst they could do to a nigga? Got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail
(My angel sing) To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be
expects this outcome
But still they jump for all the crew
I guess should be happy but I'm still not
Sure that you really love me
Love me...Love
for two
And when it all seems out of reach
We'll clean up plastic off the beach
Your figure is a perfect speech
You'll be Chong and I'll be Cheech
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken
It's all contractual and about money makin'
Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation
Exact
disgusted, and couldn't be trusted
He tried to battle me and found self-destruction
Two Live Crew
Two Li - two Li - two Li - two Live Crew
Bus-bust
niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus
gleam clean (what, uh?)
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing (uh-huh)
When
d'oeuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the grey stuff, it's delicious
Don't believe me, ask the dishes
They can sing
They can dance
After all, miss,
wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing
Beverly Hills
That's where I want
to go, these bloggers too emotional
They'll be postin' you until labels start interscopin' you
By then, it's wild late and I'll be chillin' where I lay
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
she fast
Passed by and asked if she'd like to dance
Spark a conversation to ignite the flash
Bling bling all gleam, and I'm clean to whip
Saw
I'm better off lying to you
You will never be able to find a root
Everything on me, designer too
Everything on me, designer times two
All of my
here hating on you
They finna rob you they finna do this, boom
He gon' come in
There chameleon and you think he
With you and your crew
But he working
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
all playin' verses
They in the bushes, they lurkin', might gotta call the insurgence
She wanna fuck with a purpose, I gotta juggle my urges
Got
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