Lyrics:
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
it's (who?) I thought you knew
Cool ass CaTashTrophe, from the crew with all the moves
So pop the tops off, while I pop beats that knock your blocks
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2
(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
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
to a ol' pounder
The sounds of Maze and Mus' lay
Moose while typical tray gon choose
Chorus 2X: Noreaga
Man shit, police just rush the spot
I hot a jar in
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
Balling till the shot drop buzzing like a shot clock
Pull up in the drop-top, bitch
Cooking like a crockpot
Aiming for the tip-top, no we don't flip
gon' rule like me
Keep it true like me, Cole you might be
Like the new Ice Cube, meets the new Ice-T
Meets 2 Live Crew, meets the new Spike Lee
Meets
Every nigga I know keep a glock for hataz
Let me know wha he doin' wit tha rocks
Nigga, let me know I'll run up in tha spot
Get me two steaks, a drank
Playing truth or dare it's hunger games with da crew
Hunting you down dig up a hole an dump you like I was dared too
What's with all of the doubt first you
the others look lamer
So before you box me in with the other no-namers
Just know I'll bust the top off of every container
I been talking the flex
Since Lil Nas
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
I get lost I gotta
Break off from the crew
Dinner jackets and tie and shined up shoes
Reservation a table for two
Candlelight fine cuisine what
Su, that's the call for your crew
If you're from the West Coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Su, that's the call for your crew (ah, Miser)
They
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
two, she bustin Down tonight, I put that on the Crew
Popped a pill so I can feel it too
I'm smokin glue, sipping Something purple outta double Duces
Baby
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
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
echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All causalities was applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We
haha
the ghetto's trying to kill me
and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre
to the bank, like a running back
Ol' girl broke my heart, now she running back
Ooh girl, move girl, i don't want you back
New girl, my boo, k. she gon throw it
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
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