that ain't with it, you can suck me motherfuckin' effect, and we outta this raggedy mother- and all the boys' dick, y'know what I'm sayin'? 2 Live in
comin' in the strip club Lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, Mr.Mixx, uh, Fresh, Fresh Kid Ice You know we
old So get educated; you're not too old 'Cause people are fuckin', and this is true What we don't know is who's fuckin' who Chorus Outro
always pictured you in neon lights, big 44 double D's, what a sight, you an me both we can get respect, two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck
babies It doesn't matter what position we in Cause when I nut, the cum's headin straight for ya chin My dick is shootin like a water hose And if your tits are
We so hot, yeah, water We so hot, yeah Somebody bring me water We back, we back, we back We back, we back We back, we back We so hot, yeah We so hot
me to heaven 'cause I need a break A: But if you let me live to another morn G: I'd like to know what's goin' on Chorus 2: What's goin' on, I-I
is yours If what you vision is tours, or a mission less course When shit is in the stores, cause you can be a star Chorus: No matter wherever you are
is foul, and you think foul is how you got to live Then from the get your ass was foul And foul just is how you is No excuses see, life's dilemas are
we got a lot to give You got a issue with that then it ain't my problem kid Y'all niggaz gotta eat, we gotta live, yo We all gotta eat and gotta live
like Give it to 'em (c'mon) Yo Give it to 'em GET, UP, NOW Yo, we keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for When the nightfall come, we in
because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck we comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check (?) [20:55] Here we goin and the sweets are still
This is full contact Spit hard and never look back Its like that, thats right we keep it live Twenty four seven three sixty five This is full contact,
fantastic, Makin shit fit, 'cause you knows we have to. They call me Drescot, 'cause I got nothin to lose, Confusin the 1s and the 2s. Fools see
dogs off At the borders, and at the air ports We shoot straight and know exactly what to aim for. [Chorus: Iriscience (x2)] [Mad Child] Aiyyo it's
we go, (here we go), come on, (come on) Here we go, (here we go), come on, (come on) (Yo 'Riq, where's Malik?) Aiyo, the brother is late Told him the
keep no cash in they register We run from red and blue lights to get the green But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone You are now entering a Bad Boy zone You are now entering a Bad Boy zone Yeah This is for the niggas who ain't got