Lyrics:
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
could go in a cage and
Fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with
Pimp C and Big Pun
This is
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed
Ah one two
your videos
A little bit brighter
If the videos are brighter then
The people will play (Okay)
Two, four, six, eight, never too late
Never too late
Two
and get by
No peace for the beast we police and shine the light
Culture vanish on the television pimpin' those
On "Cribs" in a home that they never own
video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by
got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
like no deeper underlying shit
At a live performance
I performed this shit in my bedroom
So this shit's personal when
I'm just in my room dancin'
Alone
got the time to smoke this, hold this
Yo G, roll by in a blacked out TT, Megaman carry two gats easy
Seeing stars, and a mister wanna jack me
Jack me
a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"
[Wish]
Never praying at night
Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through
and Simphony 2
Main Source Live at the Barbeque
Nas and Akinyele debut
EZ Ice, Soul Man
Def Squad, Hit Squad
2 Live Crew videos used to keep my dick hard
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
and this pain
Is the reason I'm awake
Ain't no soul behind these frames
I'm a shark in a tank
Ain't no soul left alive, you
A bird in my cage, Only burden:
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
This is the story or how I think the stories told this is an either story so it was either one way or another, but my soul knows, So after I gave
can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back
in every video
Cause there’s no known other place quite like my city, yo
Let me take you to a place where we get silly, whoa
Where no person in their
no reminder
You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
that)
So my niggas'll throw shots at they crew (Get 'em)
Broad day, ten minutes after 2
All day I could send niggas after you (For real, though)
story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin' total control, of the body and brain
Flyin'' high in the sky,
bitch
This Detroit fuckin' 2
My thoughts is all black, yeah, I'm back to the roots
Fuck your white flag, ho, I don't want no truce
And we all in
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