Lyrics:
they quit on the spot
Whole crew at the top now
Three, bet I will fight to the
Death, mixing it up, come through
Let's rock now
One, two, three, cut it,
fit real slick
Fuck up bands, fuck up bands
Fuck up fuck up fuck up bands
I came through with the crew
To fuck up fuck up fuck up bands
Pop a pill
buck swimming up and he standing by Unc side
Registration and education we got it all
But when they don't hear the truth we telling we gotta brawl
Raise
you be done up right, QB at the end of the night
Take a serve
What's your position?
Trying to come at me sideways
But they ass backwards,
and your man is planning to hate (we run this man)
I'm so hood (I make hit records this is what I do)
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get
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
Love
The United States and the White House
Smile
Come here mama I know you want me
Food from the soul, I know you're hungry
Gave you my two
selling trees
If you need a P
Cmon just Zelle at me
I swear to god
How I got that strength
Im off that energy
Two eighths up in this bitch
I swear to god we
first thank you Jesus, yet. Another day we can be us
And I just really wanna come and get my feet up, the night is young and ain’t nobody gonna see us
Got
Yeah... ay yo Jungle... ay yo Wiz...
Come on man... Let's do this
It's a Braveheart party y'all
C'mon
Throw your hands up 'cause we want to dance
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
top and bump that trump
Hands up let me see you dance
Kill that bottle let's get nice
Dead that clock it's about that time
Pop that roll last all night
succeeding at music
At leading the crew with a passion these niggas ain't move
'Cause they crashing and talent they rationing
I'll get a bat I might bash
made
Then bring it to the radio and let it get played
There's no joke and only time to get fanatical
So listen up or pay attention to the Capital
I'm
to do
Atlanta stand up
Y'all just come out with yo crew
Ladies get yo hair done
And nails done too
Fellas in da cut
While they rock them new shoes
I
on a weekday
We could do this on the freeway
Get it in the freak way
Shit, we could get it on three way s
Blackberry two ways
Souped up cars on the through way,
handle
Whether you do music or not, you wish you could sample
And I had to live through the scandals, public humiliations and breaks up on camera
It's
mother's Buick Regal
I get up like Chino shouting, "Power to the people"
Yo, me and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post
Live nigga shit be straight
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
with the crew (With the crew)
Running from the blues
Sippin on some brew
Climbing up the roof
Hit a joint or two
Hit a joint or two right!
Waiting for
like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
its nuttin’ to be proud of
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust
Spend the whole day recording
The track that will make the whole crew bang
Layer after layer I figure out my design
c flow missile that will blow up
When I make my money, got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
You called up in the sky
You
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