Lyrics:
talk, so keep at ease
By any means, we get our product, pussy and paper
With tragic ends, at the finish of every caper
Don't blame us homie, cause it's
figures
Said a Brinks is coming through, at Fashion Avenue
At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew
Of motherfuckers, who ain't going out like suckers
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
flows wit two by fo's wit sand paper
Now what is a MC if he can't flow
Up next is E-Swift and my name is J-Ro
We don't give a fuck if you down wit
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
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
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
[Intro - Layzie & Felecia]
[Lay] One shot, niggaz call the cops,
cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here
[Fel] One shot, hey!
[Lay] Two shots,
hittin like a mac truck
baby said that she liked it rough
so I hit that pussy till she said she had enough
so check it out y'all here's the caper
she
shift
'cause I was drinkin a fifth, wit john jingle heimer smith
And here's another caper from the lyric landscaper
I write flows wit two by fo's wit sand
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
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club,
lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew,
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh -
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
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
[sheek]
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with holes up in skyscrapers
In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers
New york city, know only
on
Sittin' in' the livin' room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my
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'
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
influenced by the cain
They influences with a caper that's like fluid to my brain
Chorus
I'm like hello hello the rap game
Come back like Melo Melo
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
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