Lyrics:
I don't think niggas will ever think like I do
NAZ we the new 2 live crew
Yachty been poppin' bottles, poppin' pussy
Crackin' seal left and right
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
to claim the title.
They want to be the bad man thug, 'cause that's their idol
Don't live by the life your not supposed to be livin, ...?
'cause 1 can
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 mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin,
It's such a beautiful night to make a change in our lives
East Anglian sky, empty bottle of wine
I got you by my side, talkin' 'bout love and life
what you sayin'?)
(Chorus)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money
(repeat 8x)
(Master P verse 1)
I stack greens like cheese
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
Only way I can forget you
The only the moment I don't have my gun to my temple *2
Blunt after blunt after
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew
when we CRUISE x2
VERSE 3:
the kid raps like lasers, sharp like rasors
rollin up my weed and some ?gos see
taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts
good all, all night out here
The bad ones man the whole crew
A little 1942
And it all got comfortable in the coupe, yeah
It's just another LA
can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
right now-now-now
You're a model? I got bottles, pour it down (yikes)
Ayy girl, tell me what you're taught
Pretty motherfucker, I'm a put you
of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin',
blunts
Writin' "turn up" on our cups
'Cause we gon' do that
Someone get another bottle of gin
We just ran through that
Made a million out of nothin',
on your buzz, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your
can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blammed
At full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven,
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