Lyrics:
the tips
Ride wit me, nigga die wit me
Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy
That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you
really been in a club
Still live with my parents
But I'm still a thug
I'm so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night
You out clubbing, well I
hangin with the homies
How you do dat there you got me horny
Call your girl I'm bring the Sons
see tonight we gonna have big fun
Champagne
saw the battle for the crew had little hope
Two were dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow
Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying
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
And a dog's life ain't fun
Momma take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie
Oh, there was Heaven in your eyes
I was not baptized
Everything's alright when
She calls me back, she calls me back
Lost for a long time
Two
skin, Mr Dizzee rascal, why you even askin'.
Under cover lover, girls call me buff ting, but,
Used to keep a balaclava restin' on my chin.
An it's
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'
is 'Excuse me, hops', he's [Name] Polo
You met the crew and you know where we live
You met Omar, Money and my man Wiz
The posse is here in full
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
and the styles to blame
[Chorus]
They call me 2-na
As in Fish in sea
Self efficiency
That's my mission see
Got me wishing we all
Could've puffed
My name is Little Caesar
Friends call me LC
My Daddy's named the same
And passed it on to me
I'm the kinda guy who by and by
Who wants to be
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I'll
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
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
the motherfuckin Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
Ayo catch me
a drive-by
I got up in them draws and I told her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, guess what I
the ocean waves
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive
Four ships are lost in the stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews
want y'all to say for me
Don't call me bitch, punk! One, two, three
(Don't call me bitch, punk!)
Uh-oh
Ah the ladies are in the house
Uh-oh
it by the bullshit
I know what I'm doing
And she loves how I do it
She throw that ass back and she never over-do it
She call me baby and I call her
me the blame)
The problems have two faces
Everything is my fault
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
The problems have two faces
Pass
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
to take gangsta back.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mane I'm a gangsta now let me tell you what that means,
See I'm a gangsta always got my mind on my green,
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