so I'm makin transacts at my low key spot keep a glock automatic with extended clips cause I ain't tryna hear that ole weak ass shit [Chorus x2: 3-2] Why
Traduzione: MR. 3-2. Perché.
win this show's showdown (You know) Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride (Yeah) It's gonna take a miracle why ask why Ski's gonna win this show's showdown [Verse 2
break like this for years Aye why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Aye why-aye why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Mr. Flamboyant
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them See the spot right here, this used to be Mr. Jimmy's Why give a Wine-O a dollar to buy a beer
what's happening out here See these niggaz, putting shit up in y'all ears We switching game, like niggaz switch gears We on the grind, with blood sweat and tears [Mr. 3-2
somethin' ... Comeon now, let's go ... well, you know we can go half on it, baby ... [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Gore always asks him why he sexes so much
2x: Mr. Mixx] She ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama! [Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!] Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama! [Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!] [Verse 2
1-2 1-2 I am the dominating Fresh Kid Ice And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother And introducing to you on the two turntables: The Treach
[Mr. Mixx] Check it out y'all Ch-ch-check it out y'all 2 - 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Fresh - Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice Tre - Treach Dee
Let's get it on, I'm open real wide! [Chorus 2x: Mr. Mixx] I wanna do the damn thaaaaAAANG! (Then do the damn thing!) I wanna do the damn thaaaang! (
it But they game is strong and they tongue is long A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone! [Chorus: Brother Marquis and Mr.Mixx] A bulldagger done
known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A.D. Educate is what we do With permission from the 2 Live Crew 'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you
crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin [Verse 3: 2
mob figga addicted to these fucking streets [Verse 3: Edi] Now put your muthafucking hands up If you'se a rider (ride) Niggaz ain't killers So they hidin' Why
scene like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin'
Dru Down, Swoop G, Cydal) Ha, ha. Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me