Lyrics:
are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up better eat that spinach
For four twenty-five niggas lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm
Your bitch'll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop
You playing with your butter like your boo won't true
Cock the gun, too, where you do eat
Your bitch'll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop
You playing with your butter like your boo won't true
Cock the gun, too, where you do eat
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?
scarred
Resembling Vietnam, infantries that bomb
Your head nigga, headquaters we take over
My snake nigga crew strike like
That of a cobra constrict like
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston
Nuttin' but bling-bling in your face, boy
That's why my neck shine like one of the shirts that Puffy
I told him do something
150 for the boss
I gave him two something
I ain’t tryna fuck you by yourself
I’m tryna crew something
He tried to hide
sheets
I miss my girl more than you could believe
I pop one pop 2 pop 3
Now im sky high floating bove the seas
The power of the mind is not a joke
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
drop it low
And bust it open money
Cause we throwin' Lou
Women all in they birthday suit
If Jackpot your favorite crew then
Pop that like Uncle Luke
I
back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
Yo, sometime I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been
We should pop more champagne this year
Than we did last year
And we should live like it's the only life we get
There's nowhere else past it
here yo he loved his son
Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
And said Popi, you gotta protect ya moms
Even if that means that you gotta
the crew fuck the bro
So don't try to be no hero
What happened to yo bitch only we know
Pop
Pop
Pop goes the weasel
What happened to that boy only we know
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
thing I've ever really known is hustle hard
No crack dealing
But it's that feeling
Of my crew winning
Bad vibes, good riddance
Yeah I'm on the move
You
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
nigga
Clap clap
22 to his head
Make a nigga take a nap nigga
Its 2 Clacks
1 Pop
Lay em flat nigga
Is Tyson with Ralphdawg
Run it back Nigga
That's how it
the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (remix)
I was gettin' some head (Remix)
Gettin', gettin' some head (Hustle)
I was gettin' some head (DTP, Remix)
Rock track
Ayo two cool cats who reclaim the name
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth in this here rap game
But the good news is that there is a crew
Not 5
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
Like and I'll show you
How to turn a four door into a coupe
Gettin' all mad at me cause
Your girl gettin' loose
Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
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