Lyrics:
girls and
Most girls are sluts
Fuck it it's the weekend teams
Gon' get fucked up
We gon' do what we want cause
We don't give a fuck
We gon' live it just
eat you up like a soufflé
Niggas know that i hooray
This is real life this
Ain't no mothafuckin 2k
Nigga I be eatin' you shoulda
Looked at my youtube
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you (woo)
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
stay a step ahead of
This game to stay alive
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To live fast
Get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
and roll some weed up
You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts
Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy
Your girl
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades
niggas laying in the cut
Like a pit never give up
Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass
With a touch of class handle that ass
Two aluminum
Whats up white girl?
Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
You know you ain't got no ass to party off
But fuck it, we'll work wit'chu, it's Tha Liks
I
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
[Verse 2:]
Forget To Mention, This Girl That Never Gets To The Beach
She Lives Just West Of My Street, And So We Destined To Meet
Since I'm Driving, I Ask
dream, travellin' up the stream (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Plug wonder, wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by
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
label is
A disfunctional family (family)
And then you try to hate on me
'Cuz I'm straight blowing up
I'm banging on your bitch ass and two
O's is what I'm
wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass erect and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that
dream, travellin' up the stream (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Plug wonder, wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
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