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He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P, yuugh!
Young, obnoxious,
meaning to brag
"Wow his flow got better” and I know thanks
Back in p’s basement corona brought back the crew
Imma take my baby out to watch the sky glitter
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
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
right, my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props
Yo word the fuck up this is for.. (DJ Mr. Len)
The motherfuckin (El P) undisputed (Stylemaster)
CoFlow (Phase 2) Bigg Jus (yo check it)
the motherfuckin Wu! (Stand for it right now)
Two thousand and two!
You know how we do!
For you and your crew!
Representin the motherfuckin Wu!
Ayo catch me
this s*** so Easy 123
1.2.1.2.1.2
Written by : Donnelly K Antoine
1.2.3
1.2.3
I swear i do this shit so easy 1.2.3
Yea
Woah!
Swear I do this s*** so Easy 123
1.2.1.2.1.2
Written by : Donnelly K Antoine
F U N Kaich
Down with the P Funk, P U
Down with the P Funk, F U N K
Why not?
Let's funk until they smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Let's
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came
time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
Toxic
Written by Oliber Rodriguez & Richard c Santana
-Hook-
I got that toxic p***y
The bite dont bark no p***y
He might just eat the p***y
Bon
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
the sun sets
Let me glitzier like stars shine bright
In a clear blue midnight
N'till then
Its all eyes on me like the t u p a c c d
Its all eyes on me
stack you never know it could be your last run
Tried to play it raw now u n**** done
B**** I'm up like one two
God bless haa-chuu
Thank god I'm not you
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