call me Sherlock Holmes Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers A-Train, one
got is misdeameanors and some acd's Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas Puff running and hide and
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
!) (2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!) (2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!) (2-2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!) (2-2 Live Crew) (Say whut?) (2
damn thing Clay D got the bottle and i got the blunt 2 live, Freak Nasty what's up Do you wanna have a, party 2 live is throwin' another, party Funkin
m a three-piece nigga, bitch, I don't play I want the pussy, the pay and a place to stay! (Fool!) And the head, booty and cock, well, that's mandantory
! Chorus Verse 2: Brother Marquis When we first met, I'll never forget 'Cause her lips were moist, a touch soft and wet We danced, to a funky tune
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 She'd rather
, boyz with da bass 2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew Boyz with da bass, it's the best in this city 2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
head to the ground and nothin' to say 'Cause he was busted, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted He tried to battle me and found self-destruction 2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew
, Fresh Kid Ice, Brother Marquee and Mr. Mixx. what I'm sayin'? There ain't no more motherfuckin' cheerleading goin' on, so DROP THAT SHIT!! Chorus (2
got sore Then laughed in they face, and asked for more Verse 3: Brother Marquis A product of society with the freaky behavior She does what she wants, and no one
pussy, baby! Verse 2 [FKI] Freaky bitches with plenty of ass Rollin' to the music and shakin' real fast Bend over backwards, make me shout And work that pussy, in and
the people who can't understand How 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
' 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 at Magic City Lounge, ladies and
you better, and that's no lie Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number? You're an angel from heaven, a blessing in disguise Just give me a chance and
ya mind! All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin! Intro: Mr. Mixx YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!! It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one Say, "Hey!
fuckin' who! Chorus (4x): Edsel Harris Who's fuckin' who? Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice Living in a world where no one has trust A lack of