Lyrics:
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
a house, just like Run's house.
It's better than a big house,
Less four-five some woman we can dig out,
Find a place we can dig out,
Party all night til
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
to the 'tel we go
Don't need a bed 'cause I'm good on the floor
When a chocolate masterpiece walks by,
I want to ride!
Can I ride, baby?
I want to ride!
week
Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some chronic
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
the game
(it's just not the same)
Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your
x2]
Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
You Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
Nobody rides like these
(Yes you know indeed)
We Gangstafied
[Kane]
Wasn't never no Mama I want to sing
It was mamma I want to slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
(Yes you know indeed)
We Gangstafied
[Kane]
Wasn't never no Mama I want to sing
It was mamma I want to slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
praise is like a rajah
I reckon, that crews that step over this way
Think life is a game and they just too pissed to play
Some say, on mics I'm a master
rocking the microphone and she's calling me honey
Says I know what I want don't move with thugs
Well house parties hip hop and smoking drugs
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now (what up? Uh)
Come on, y'all, get live, get down
What we
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now (what up? Uh)
Come on, y'all, get live, get down
What we
a motherfucker
And doggs is a motherfucker
You mix the two up you bound to get some drama
Loves gonna get ya
Naw nigga doggz gonna get ya you ever try to play
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
get cheese and smoke green with my guys
I'm on a green diet, I don't want no french fries
I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high
I just wanna
lay
Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew, some punks got loud
Shot gun blasts
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