kickin' in your door 4, niggaz deep, bandanas with black calicos So, when we creep, drop cause i'ma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, bump up and
doin'? Listen, I got 2 tickets 2 the N.P.G. concert, wanna go? Fuck the record company! There's 2 many ways 4 them 2 stiff us Besides, they'd have 2
biscuits With a little bit of that blues butter Bring in the snare [Verse One: Kool Keith] They never understood, many people were so slow My funky
being unfine 'Cuz everything you do makes you look like a fool [Chorus] I'm just so lucky to be walking on a wire, I'm up so high that I can barely
my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk Got R2D2 and Mork from
t shoot it let me take it out and cum on your face I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine Let's keep it funky and live, just like the bassline
, "What's up? Are you down with it? Let's go to the crib so I can run up in it!" So we left the club for this night full of fun I'm out for a splak, '
done left me home alone Dance for me in privacy, So no one else can bother me Fantasies of a centerfold So very beautiful but yet so bold Picture me
News Reporter: Well, it seems they're in the news again. The 2 Live Crew has started a dance craze that has basically taken the nation by storm! Here
three A savage in the morning, a savage in the sack When it's time for sex I'll break ya fuckin' back There's no time for slack, so give me 'nuff respect
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 DCQ: Reflection Eternal
peace to Pimp C cause that nigga had a point Point 1, rappers act gay and dress like it too Point 2, niggas greedy and they never feed their crew Point
rip a funky track Verse 2: Phife it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods making rough daddy jams knocking harder than wood make ya boogie with the fly armstrong crew
life was right here wit me the whole time Chorus x2 so take me home (to my empty refridgerator) cmon and take me home (to a life in which I understand) so
, sips around 2 o'clock The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock Westward bound, stay down To the fools that's gon' bow How you like us now? Steady living
well, how could you live with it? You're broke, you're weak, you're starvin, you're hungry You're lost, you're gone, you're dissed You are so mad, you
, to kickin' in your door 4 niggaz deep, bandannas with black calicos So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you nine times Take your nine lives, bump