Lyrics:
Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I
pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you're the one to Mamalopinga"
(Female Voice)
¡Ay Ice, qué grande eres!
El señor Mix me mamó y mamó
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
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
outside I'll find out the truth
Holler at me I'm coming with two
Shots of the crown if you see me outside in the club
Just know you won't find me around
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
to chill?
Tryin to hang with the crew
You gon invite me to the crib?
Bitch I’m staying with you
I stay screwed up
You can probably find me at two Bucks
In
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
cribs, low bread to whole loaves
Go hard or go home, go home and don't trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runnin' from 12, live
I'm like…aye where the Bacardi at
Mix it with the Cris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P's twisted
Down right stiffed it
Two way shit, boo it
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
On Me
BRILL feat. Keely Ferguson
(Produced by: csar)
(BRILL)
First I get one drink, maybe buy two,
Sip the third drink, fourth one's on you,
Drink
kids growin', at least they right behind me
I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me
Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes
hitting bad bitches up by the two's
Thirteen hundred dollars for sneakers I done spent that on a slot of snooze
Abandoned the whole operation, because shit
cars (Cars)
Have to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Uncle
the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight
Dark skin baby Sham spittin' all in the
Mix on foul blends unhhuhhh
What ya'll niggas
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
on in ya
If I was fucking you right about now
You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick
the party before it gets started?
[Angie Martinez]
Ay yo it's Angie
The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B
And I'll be dipped out in the club
E-40]
It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be..
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga
It be her friends nigga that's who
It be your bitch friends nigga they be
Nigga they be all up in your mix nigga
I don't even, ay nigga she don't
Cock tools and walk through the club without
Scuffing our Prada shoes
On this side we on the by by
We buy the rules so when you play with us
Y'all niggas
even save me I was wrong before long God paved a new way
My head a mix of greatness and ingenuity
I find a place in my heart for anyone who's true to me
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