Lyrics:
dicks, now
We movin on up in da world like elevators
Me and the crew we pimps like eighty-two
Me and you like Tony Toni Tone
Like this Eastpointe and we
Just same old same for the Koopsta
[Chorus]
(Gangsta Boo)
I'm in it too deep to escape this kind of drama
That costs playa hatas and fakers
That equals
a blessin' through
Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
Wreckin' Crew bring out the best
Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin you
Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew
Bring out the best in you
Confessin true lies about your inner
ain't sequel the playa moves on me makin' pay
Sayin' what I want to man, cause I'm backed up by a crew
Down wid me to clown wid me, what Flizy got work
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
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
rise
Yoda, why you being a playa hata
You know I still must confront lord vader.
But luke, not ready are you!
But there's a city in the clouds where
And though I pack this pound 3-5-7 or 4-5
Will I hide? Will I die? Will I ride?
Niggas never know why
My whole crew, a family clique
Are we sick? Are we live
a new waitress
They know my flow is icy cold I'm talkin' blizzards and glaciers
I put the pen to the pad playa back in his bag
Hatas mad that I'm
cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop
mind (ya dig)
Cause playas play (ya dig) and hatas hate (ya dig)
And ballas gone ball (ya dig) and shot callas gone call (ya dig)
[Chorus - 2
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
and you put fake minks on your back that's not a good look/
This is 2005 music
Live music
Make you wanna lean to the side
And drive stupid
I'm roca wear
In Tha Game, Feel Lik iWana Ball This
Younq Playa, OG ; Say im Chosen
Livinq Life By tha Coast
Just Incase You Ain't Notice
[Vs 2:]
Its Cold Outside ;
the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out?
-Yea son, what is that, what you call that?
-Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA
the niggas in the ghetto be hatin on you cause you made it out?
-Yea son, what is that, what you call that?
-Dad, that only be two words. PLAYA HATA
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
Klan Kaze playas makin them profits
Hoe
[MC Mac]
chillin down on the lower level
waitin for my time to come
with this fool
a million styles
maybe
of a ride
Like it was pocket money, Gs
But these are the things real playas do
Talkin' shit is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin' you, shit's thick,
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
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