Lyrics:
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
Drop
Who's unconscious now
Bang Bang Drop
Time Out
Bang Bang Drop
Game Over Five Four Three Two One
Take your step
One chance left to place your bet
unconscious now
Bang Bang Drop
Time Out
Bang Bang Drop
Game Over Five Four Three Two One
Take your step
One chance left to place your bet
Hold your breath
Gonna
yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood
ignorin' the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere or we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys
You gave me every breath Lord
Your Spirit lives in me
cnd though I walk by the shadow
I'm only passing thru
I will keep on traveling
cs You Draw me
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
to interact with my material
Play it on your turntable scratch it if you're able
Characteristics, circumstances
Will determine how long you live Mr.
Make a bitch drop her draws
Grab the microphone and pause
There's many casualites of war
Killer Kel is at the door
Who you wit? (Def Squad0
too
Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, go head boo
Thugged out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew
Canibus, cam'ron and punisher too
spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Chorus repeat 2x
shock your mind
I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme
your hating man
Homie chromie, feeling holy
Crew don't keep it low key, okie
Live it up, I'm Zack and Cody
Sing bout smoothies, now they know me
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
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?
love to break a nigga
Send 'em upstate 'cause they
Straight-up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
Straight fools into rules and do
sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your
Nigga, spit it"
"Cats hate your ass cause of your riches and digits
You probably.. know this nigga named Bobby
Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body?"
Lay you in your own blood pool
But for now I drop jewels
On the mentally strong
With shit to say we don't allow niggas
To say up in a song
Aiyyo,
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 sizzle
Stay true to the game maximize potential
numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll
fly a jet, violent tyrant
Mind bent, dog-drippin, pissin on hydrants
Straight flippin on crews that ain't silent
They come by the two's and get chewed
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state
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