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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 -
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
home to the crew crib
Step onto the block like the new kids
Open up the doors for my two friends
Lock the car, I'm not foolish
Tired from the night out,
she says she
Gets cold a lot
Next door to her is the Canarsie
Dressing room I actually grew
Up in Canarsie it's still a
Dump and inside is Usher
Who
preferably who like each other
Who would like to come up here
And attempt to dance to
What George sings do we have
Anybody who isyou're one
Okay, what's your
You’re still struggling to get
Up on the C-list chop Devilman into pieces
I’m a showerman, you’re a penis
And your whole crew stink like faeces
Well now
would surely break my heart in two
11: Somewhere In My Broken Heart
You made up your mind it was time it was over
After we had come so far
But I
Y'all so transparent it's see thru
I fathered yo style you just my son a part two like a sequel
Send a clean up crew to come sweep ya
Or roll up a blunt
die, you know?
But it ain't how I live while I'm here, it's how I live when I leave, ya dig?
(Life's ups and downs, they come and go)
But when I
Dance
Dance Demon Dance
Dance Demon Dance
Dance Demon Dance Demon Dance Demon Dance
Listen
I'm unamused by that astonished, stupid look you get on your
counting up 2, 3
Come on people just get free
Get free
In the midst of trouble love
Get free
Gotta find you another one
Get free
Freedom
Come
hitting bad bitches up by the two's
Thirteen hundred dollars for sneakers I done spent that on a slot of snooze
Abandoned the whole operation, because shit
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
We all here, come to party tonight
Turn the music up and have the time of our lives
Pop 100 bottles, time to get drunk and high
Then hit the dance
yall gonna do about that
niggas
[Hook:]
We on your block
We got rocks
You got robbed
The man got shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Get up out your seat, you can have my drink, let me see you dance
Get up off your feet, you can be my freak, let me see you jam
When the sun falls,
and your crew had better get your act together
Before I have to cut the fool release the stormy weather
Whatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my
back
Killing these niggas in all black
Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you (oh yeah)
Come on,
Y’all must not know who I am
I don't get to the spot till 2 AM
Don’t be mad, lil' mama, cuz you not in
E'r'r'body wanna roll with the crew I’m in
They
a joyride
Come and hop up right inside
We could drop the roof
And ride around and get a little high
But it's alright
We were young we live our life's
With no
{If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
{We want the funk!}
Word now everybody get up, then sit back down and yell (ho!)
right?
You got a lot of problems to solve
Cuz ain't nobody want a problem when my crew get involved
Off the top off the top
I pledge allegiance to the game
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
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