dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers what, what [Chorus 1] - repeat 2X Test that nigga, rush that nigga get that nigga, man bust that nigga [Chorus 2
the d, yeah Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party When them ho's freak everybody Them other girls just ball me But the 2 live girls make me so horny I had
Chorus: (Mix scratches "Bad ass bitch!") (During the breakdowns, we hear the Crew just hangin' out, chit-chatting about their sexual encounters. Most
Check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll 2-2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew Fresh-fresh-fresh Kid Ice, tre-tre-Treach Dee Jay Bro-brother Marquis
every demon They even had sex in the Garden of Eden We got it bad, that freaky behavior Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice To some she's shy and to others she'
what's right to stay alive We're brothers, down with each other for they own gain In a world of negativity and full of pain Statyin' above the others,
Hard like a rock, When you make that pussy pop! Chorus(2x): Luke Pop that pussy! Heyyy! Pop that pussy, baby! Pop that pussy! Pop, pop that pussy, baby! Verse 2
one real nigga became a real man S is for the way I skeet in they mouth One by one we muttin' 'em out Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'
give me a chance and let me try Time stood still when I saw your eyes Let me show you the things I one day felt So go on!! {Badself!} Verse 2: Brother
've got to know who's fuckin' who! Chorus (4x): Edsel Harris Who's fuckin' who? Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice Living in a world where no one
I damn sho' can't go deep, baby.} Let me ride that ass from front to back The one-armed bandit is a savage in the sack, baby Verse 2: Brother Marquis
the drug spots Livin' off that cheap Chinese food He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2
just wanna be right where you at [R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus] Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh [Verse 2 - R.O.C.] Lord knows, flows, I
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
to the winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New York life type trife the Roman Empire state [Mos Def and crew] So
'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us We done turned to a bygone don crew We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou A lifetime criminal, live
Others over chorus) (3x) (Royce) And everybody say.. (Others) I remember way back when (Variations) (Royce) What? (Others) Back in the days (Royce) When? (Others