Lyrics:
Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
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
and you fraudin' too
For talkin' shit I oughta just split
Ya fuckin' dome in two
Actin' hard ain't hard to do
I brought some aluminum for you (foil)
It's
damn near 550 for a zip
I cop back to back like it ain't shit
Your favorite rapper don't know how to whip
Your favorite rapper don't know
'bout a split
Whеn you see the barrel bettеr pucker
Up for the kiss of death
When silhouettes rush ya
Cold like Russia, six feet under
Sprayin' at your crew like
to crunch and munch
Your pussy ass see I had a hunch
You couldn't punch, I eat you for lunch
And go through, your sorry crew
I thought you knew?
You punk
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
tell the whole crew come through
My squad gotta roll through come through
Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'
Because they sure do come true
mind, one time
It sound clever
But one time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time for your mind, one time
Yo, from ninety-two
and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money, man
The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
God damn, god damn, we at it again
Me
with you, watch this in a world
I wanna be with you 'Cause you need someone
Someone like me
(Lets do it, killing that shit) , girl
To stand with by your
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
really not looking for that sort of thing
I don't wanna make a corny song
Oh what
Okay dude you do an acapella
You be like ohhh Alissa, dah doo doo doo dah
Bada Bing by Benny Banks
[Hook]
Certified Banks yeah I do the damn thing
I'll send a man in Bada boom Bada Bing
C C C Certified Banks yeah I do
fascinate us by
How far they go with
Their unconventionality we secretly
Admire and respect them for this we
Wish we could act more like they do
Normally it
you tried the Triple OG
(Bitch) what was you thinking?
I give the coke to your crew
The butter's crazy
Fallopian tube, just cut it baby
Gordo butterfly
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
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'
crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
I'll be at your neck and
The next thing kid
Imma kill ya team
You take my kindness for weakness
Bet you won't like me mean
I'm nice with it
My side
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