Lyrics:
back, throw it back
Throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest
Of my night with you
(Yea so how 'bout you huh?
Yeah, yeah, so how 'bout you?)
catch wreck and bums get done
BDP, Cold Crush, KRS-One
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
So get ready for the throw down
Live on stage from the Bronx
the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette
I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic
Live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
that throw-off
Rocking two pairs of clothes
I don't pick up numbers that are unknown
Looks over my shoulder entering the street
What a way to live
fronted and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Beat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my
Good evenin' ladies and gentlemen
How's everybody doin' tonight? (alright, alright, alright)
I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically
alright)
I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha (woo, woo)
I like this young man, because, when he came out
He came out wit
alright)
I'd like to welcome to the stage, the lyrically acclaimed, ha (woo, woo)
I like this young man, because, when he came out
He came out wit
found this rap
Found my soul
Big brother showed me all these flows
Wanna be like him, wanna be cold
But that fork we saw gave us two roads, and he fell
It's-it's-it's-it's D-Dash (squad)
I need a healthy free bag (brr)
Diamonds playing freeze tag (brr)
Pussy nigga I bleed swag (squa)
Shout to Reese,
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
Hah, everybody knows I'm live (Candela)
Everybody knows I'm fire (Candela)
Go ahead and slip I'll slide
All up in your B-O-D-Y
Babe, don't
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
know that we can
We can do it
If we try
Let war and hatred
Pass us by
D.J. CODA:
Throw down your guns and pick up the love
Yes I know that we can do it
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
petits contrats à mes amis les plus offrants
J'me donnerais un fond d'pension après seulement 2 ans d'service
Yes, yes, appelle-moi monsieur l'ministre
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
"When you're on the run from the police you got two options
Turn yourself in, or come out blasting!"
The chase ain't over the battle ain't done
Hell naw, I got ta strike
If I want to live tight
Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town
And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
understandin’
We play bass!
[Verse 2]
He likes all genres of music
There is no doubt about that
He dislikes war to a certain extent
I don’t know where he lives
comes, wid di part two sounds
Wid di man like Heavy D come
To bounce and go down
Well well now mi have to get di
Crown have to get di crown
Pete! Rock! So
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