Lyrics:
two time
She gon' call back
Hit it three times
Whachu call that?
She got six lives left finna maul that
I don't trust no bitch where your card at
I
Pop! What was that? There's something in the air
Smells like fear, there's something happening here
I'm just sitting in my room like any other day
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
a double date
Pop 2 Mollies, turnt 'em to a lake
Both foreign that's a couple traits
Noodles, pasta, now we eating steaks
Being broke wasn't no mistake
son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that's the way we rock it
The only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit' precision
Twin glocks for the pops I raise, you new niggas is pussy
Going live when he only caught a graze your stash
I done spent that twice, put your blood
Well nigga roll me a mic
and let me smoke it til' I'm high
if you ever seen me rock
then you know that I-
live and die for
the things I do
Aye, yeah, aye shawty with the blue
Lauren Crews, girl you know it's true
We be out till two
Just to check her on that view (yeah)
Hit em with
, 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
Yeah
Fuck it, fuck it
In my zone
By myself
Go Skrr (by myself)
Yeah
Lil bitch (okay)
In my zone
Gon pop pills
In my throne
I've been
Fucking fading
we roll wit you
While we kickin it fellas pop wines and not guns
While we kickin it we all live life and have fun
Pass me a cup of that get me hot
know I'm too savage
I got two ratchets get your crew blasted
Roof, trashed it mazi flew past 'em
Foreign coupe, smash 'em new classic
Black and blue
Do better
If you wanna be part of this new era
Heart so cold that I always rock two sweaters
I’m that nigga that kill em with two letters
Life’s
Gon' call yo faggot ass friends on my property
I'll prop my muhfuckin pipe, then I pop at 'em
The day that you pop out, it's gon' be an atrocity
Fuck up
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
the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
consoles dropped
We got em both
Mom and pops with the Sega
Aunt penny with the Nintendo
That look on our face we was all the way live
What yall know about
favourite song
Eyes shut you lead
In a bubble that's how we do
No trouble we in the groove
Sexy rhythm us two
Just dance and pop
Dance and pop
Dance and pop
different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to
Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowaday, it ain't that
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'
But
time we take two steps the crowd takes four
Lay the heat, how I come to the street, how I cut through the beef
Let me handle that, that's why you make
the money, was a no-show
Pop up crew, walkin' through a funeral
Like big dance six 'cause I'm big, oh
To be honest, won't live long
But while I'm here I
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
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