Lyrics:
froze I start to daydream
(And get high)
Another bottle of some D'usse
Don't give a fuck about what you say
I'm rolling with the crew
Got a couple bad
self, now a days by myself
'Cause it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth
Brothers playin' the role like we friends to the end
But in the end
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
more?
Or do you get the point bitch? c'mon
What type of nigga slang and bang in the streets? (Bad Boyz)
What type of nigga stay in the trunk for
want
Live it up, party hard, pop drugs
Take a walk around on the moon lit town
I'm burning it by the pound
We waving goodbye to haters who tried to bring
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Standing tall yeah im locked with the OGs, real money hunters, getting to it by any means (standing on business)
For my 2 boys and my girl, I live n
to Tone
There's no shame in my game, I do what I gotta do
See I'm rollin' with a crazy live crew
Now in ninety-three it's time to take a stand
And you
through niggas
Whole crews, not just one or two niggas
Cause you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on t.v. in New York, them
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
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?
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
Remy Boyz they know the crew name
Chopper kickin' we call it Liu Kang baby
Pay attention to how we move things
Fuck niggas they screamin' Zoo Gang
Remy Boyz they know the crew name
Chopper kickin' we call it Liu Kang baby
Pay attention to how we move things
Fuck niggas they screamin' Zoo Gang
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