Lyrics:
sweet tea
Sonic speed fuck 12 fuck them cops
Tomb raider twin Glocks for them ops
Cock it back hurry up chop chop
Patek on my wrist bust down top notch
tomorrow, but I'm gone today
But I'm gone today
December two two is the day I tell 'em
About an angel by the name of Helen
And how her life served as my
halos halos
Watch this nigga, the boy that died, a king called Prince
Just like me but I got the chance to grow into AkinG
I was raised by two immigrant
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
some nice soft soil
So check the heartthrob, proceed to rob ya 'ho
By the way, we rocked the show
"One for the treble, two for the bass"
"Say one
We steppin' on ya crew until you mothafukkas crush
And make da sweet love to every women dat you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her
made (they made)
I raise (hold up)
My rings (cabrón)
czucar so sweet that it stings (cabrón)
cnd frozen on crystalline strings
Our ancestors held up by
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
servin' my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without
power
My niggas big Benz mansions, pussy by the hour
Knocking down your towers, Knocking out them cowards
That's why I see hate in your eyes
Despise
the food taste
That's the souffle
Now my mood based for two days
My crew never do fake
Today is a Tuesday
Might be a Thursday
If it is peep the wordplay
Play
trapped by that sweet little lie
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet little lies
Creepin' in making hell look so nice
Land of the free, do what you like
Where
surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you?
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true
All I need
Rocawear
surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you?
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true
All I need
Rocawear
I was born in Lil' Rock
Had a childhood sweetheart
We were always hand in hand
I was hightop shoes and shirt tails
Suzy was in pig tails
I know
I was born in Lil' Rock
Had a childhood sweetheart
We were always hand in hand
I wore hightop shoes and shirt tails
Suzy was in pig tails
I know I
all went away...
It all went away...
Cause the Uncle wouldn't pay..
pt 1 C1
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would
twelve-o-clock
Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
& I think her name was Suzy
But I can't fuck her cuz she live out in da boonies
Let her mix my drink now I'm feeling real woozy
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