Lyrics:
crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that
Nothing that can't be fixed by my
Ray-bans and an aspirin or two
Nothing that lasts forever not me not you
And there's nothing I wouldn't love
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
bout to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
T
Gimme some gimme that
R E S P E C T
Don't you ever fuck with me
R E S P E C T
Gimme some gimme that
R E S P E C T
Show me some ore die with me
Respect
Up
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
timeline
Good ol days done gone by
Whole family wired up
Live mics on wifi
Criminals confessing
And recording their crimes
Uploaded to the cloud for clout
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
that got the shorties in the smash)
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
buck make space now
The crew and luck we juiced up
So we understand live it up
From city buck gotta get it now
Hey hey I don't play
When it comes
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
up dicks like steak
She lives upstate and I don't think
Near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper
DPology, D P G but first call Snoop
the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew
the one with no roof (gone)
Gimme more
Sound of the engine go vroom (vroom)
Gimme more
Trunk in the front
What a view
I only got room for a party of two
Zwerega, prea mult ice
Gas stopped me breathin'
Ice gimme O2, I ride around freezin'
I was really livin' it when niggas didn't believe me
Yeah, now
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