Lyrics:
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
feet, formerly British walker
Yes love, that's how it was before
When you was funky fresh or down by law
Parlay with your crew at the corner store
figures
Oooh, what can you do
When you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin'
On this Hennesey,
and the playas
Ain't no playin 'cause I'm a gangsta, I don't fuck with them hatas,
And basic, hatin is the part I Ain't feelin
Ho's want to fuck, 'cause there's
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
featuring Tha Alkaholiks
Xzibit:
When it comes to shit like this
I always get it right the first time
playa haters and snakes
waitin' for
, say you know what to do
We're gon' start the fun
We're gon' get it started
That's why we're the 2 Live Crew
Man, I hate when the club be dead
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
matter how you define it
It still comes out black
See it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want
[2Pac]
Now I clown around, when I hang
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes
We could get clink claks and thousand suits
Lizard boots, a ring or two
How you move to the blue, how you call us crew
Fool, be cool what's cool, you
pursuin the big dreams
From small schemes to big tingz
We all kings by all means
Got two rings no downside
Words flow like landslide
Explosive like
live life high
I'm guaranteed to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout
hoe's end up being bad news
Find em, fuck em, split em, forget em
Let the hoe go, so the next Joe can hit em
Real about this playa shit, Suave came
]
You lil boys runnin want to do somethin c'mon
I gotta somethin fo' lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma
'cause i'm on a killa playa hata type
in it
I spit that tech sheizter off to y'all
It's crazy even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall
I brought the sickness, big techs, live less,
-Check this out
-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
If you get the muffins
Intro:
Schyeah!
Stick em
I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late
Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights
Verse 1:
Been brained in the pain
to live?
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck
I crippin
Niggas hate a player so the playa-hatas trippin
When the Rhime Son ridin shotgun niggas see the blues
And we don't give a fuck about yo
noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost
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