(Only Luke performs this track)
* = "In the bedroom all day and all of the night"
One and one were having some fun *
Two and Two, I took off my shoes *
Three and Three, she undressed me *
Four and Four, we fucked on the floor *
Five and Five, I put up her thighs *
Six and Six, the bitch sucked my dick *
Seven and Seven, we went to heaven *
Eight and Eight, she masturbated *
Nine and Nine, she licked my ass *
Ten and Ten, the bitch did it again *
Get off my ass bitch!
GET YOUR FACE OUT MY ASS MOTHERFUCKER!!
["Haaa"]
["But it hurts so good"]
["Haaa"]
Get laid, get FUCKED!
["Haaa"]
["But it hurts so good"]
(repeated 'till the end of the track)
Where they at (8X)
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you boo from way over there
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, folk got sick paid
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Folks said that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough
And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss
[Chorus 2X]
Hey, must be the money! (4X)
[Chorus]
[What you here for, buddy?]
[Larceny.]
[How much time you get?]
[99 years.]
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Talk about, why? Spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies
I'm real sensitive to the fact
Of why must you go out like that
You can't say nothin' positive
All I get are negative responses
They say it's hard to keep a good man down
But it's not hard to have one up off the ground
He said, she said, this-n-that
But who's tellin' the truth? It ain't like that
I knew somethin' was wrong, I knew it all along
But nobody told me what was goin' on
So just STOP ... all this disrespect
'Cause now is the time for me to put you in check
They say the truth hurts, but don't get mad at me
I'm talkin' to those who got larceny
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Larceny, meaning bein' jealous-hearted
Over little or nothin', it can get started
For example, a man wants to get ahead
Others wish he failed and rather see him dead
Always puttin' obstacles in your path
It becomes a problem you shouldn't have
It's like a disease spreadin' faster than AIDS
The word is out, they misspelled your name
People look at you a little strange
You gain more foes as your lifestyle change'
They want what you got, that's the dollars that you clock
To you it's petty but to them it's a lot
Material things they couldn't retain
Still hopin' your loss will be their gain
Yet we strive to stay alive and live carefree
Others still have that larceny
Verse 3
(Kid Ice) You'll shake my hand, pretend to be my friend
And behind my back, wish it all would end
People mention my name, you'll frown your face
Hopin' in your dreams you'll take my place
The things that I own you wish you had
Every time I do good it makes you mad
You're not a friend to me, just an enemy
A sucker that rhymes, a wanna be
(Marquis) You wanna be like me, only in your dreams
You wanna be down, but you gotta come clean
Rockin' boomin' beats on every cut
2 Live's in effect, why you sweatin' us?
Wishin' you had all the money I've made
And all the females that I've slayed
You hate me, boy, now ain't that a pity
You ain't got the vapors, you got larceny
Chorus:
(Mixx scratches "Bad ass bitch!")
(During the breakdowns, we hear the Crew just hangin' out,
chit-chatting about their sexual encounters. Most of their
words are inaudible.)
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's always one bitch in every town
Every time you see her, her panites are down
Always dressed fresh in the ladies' wear
She sports the weave instead of hair
Known to the boys as a real fly cutie
Tight-ass jeans to show that booty
When we met, I acted grinnin'
'Cause in my book, she was a queen
I felt that feelin', anticipation
Later came the stories of a reputation
She was burnin' since she was born
I fucked anyway, 'cause the bitch was ON!
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
And stared at each other in a smoke-filled room
I said, "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, 'cause I'm not the one
For no bullshit or love-silly games
Let's get butt-booty naked and do the wild thing
First she took off her panties, snatched off her bra
Out popped the biggest tits I ever saw
They were big enough to knock a man down
They were shaped like grapes, and my favorite shade of brown
My dick was hard, and she was hot like a heater
By the looks of her mouth, she was a dick-eater
I said, "You raggedy bitch, don't play dumb!
Put my dick in your mouth and make this motherfucker cum!!"
Yeah! This bitch was ON!!
Chorus
Verse 3
[BM] The head was smokin', I had to call my friends
In the next ten minutes, all the boys were in
Dat was in the front and Lat was in the back
The pussy was poppin' like Cracker Jack!
[FKI] She had to get paid; I put her in the trick
I gave her a penny for every inch of my dick
We kept on fuckin' 'till the early morn
[ALL] THAT BITCH WAS ON!!!
Chorus
(Mixx scratches "Gimme more! Bitch!")
Chorus:
(Mixx cuts "Get Loose Now" from "It Takes Two")
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
People everywhere, just check this out
Say, something brand new that'll make you shout
For you, and you, and all to see
The dopest rhymes, said by me
Listin' these facts for all to know
How to rock a party, keep the crowd on the go
It starts with the beat, then comes the rhyme
The stance that's hard to keep you on time
We'll add a little scratch to give some flavor
So the mix'll be right for you to savor
There's only one way to move the crowd:
Bass level up high, volume level up loud
To do youre best, you gotta believe
And what you want, you'll soon achieve
It's who you know to get your juice
I started with rhymes and I get loose!
Chorus
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
This is a section, some of a rehearsal
So sucker MC's don't take it personal
I don't mean to talk about you or put you down
But I get loose out the door and go and freestyle
You see, the point I'm trying to make comes out so clear
I be bustin' lyrics 'till I leave here
I don't claim to be the best; I'm funky, not fresh
I just want to get respected, with all the rest
You see, I come from down South, talk slick out my mouth
I went to New York and got kicked out
Because they don't like me; they just like us as a whole
'Cause the music we make (?) we got soul
So tell me the truth; it's monkey see monkey do
We cuss on a record; now you wanna cuss too
From Hi-top fades to jhericurl juice
Watch Marquis y'all, as I get loose!
Chorus
Verse 3: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Get on up, let me bust a rhyme
Something that happened ahead this time
I was coolin' out, doin' my work
Then suddenly, it went berserk
Marquis came in with a couple girls
All the boys went crazy, takin' off clothes
We all got naked, no time to front
Clear the desk, 'cause you know what I want
Grabbed one by the hair, threw her on the floor
Opened her thighs, and guess what I saw
A hell of a mess, oh, what a bush
In a couple of minutes I'll be there to push
And back and forth, the momentum goes
I keep on strokin' as I get on my toes
She kept on moanin' 'till she started to juice
I'm in control when I get loose!
Chorus
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Song: Throw That D
Album: ...is what we are
Listen up y'all 'cuz this is it
Forget that old dance and throw that D
Let's dance
(repeat x5)
It's a brand new dance and it's comin' your way
It was started in Miami by the Ghetto DJs
See, some call it nasty, but that's not true
It's just an oldie dance that you can do
'cuz you need to sex your body, make your partner come alive
If you can't do that, don't even try
So, get yourself together and learn it quick
Just get on the floor and throw that D
Let's dance
(repeat x5)
Throw that D
(repeat x4)
When I went to Miami, couldn't believe my eyes
This female was stoned wanted me to try
If you don't know how to do it, here's what you must do
Just listen up close I'll explain to you
Just jump in the air
And when you land you'll mind like you just don't care
It's all in the hips, so go berserk
And let that D do the work
So while it's workin' you'd better start strokin'
To show your partner that you ain't jokin'
'cuz this ain't a dance from mother goose
Better freak your body and turn it loose
'cuz when you're on the floor you don't give a shit
All you want to do is throw that D
Throw that D
(repeat x4)
[Intro]
Like this! Hit it!
So why has it gotta be so damn HOT?
Verse 1: [Professor Griff]
I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E.
Professor Griff in the flesh, sincerely
Kickin' it off on a ghetto track
Bringin' to you some actual facts
From the bottom, 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 people
Who run around, changin' laws, just to say we're equal
File a complaint, turn in your risume
'Cause the A.G.S. don't play
I'm the Griff, and I speak profound
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 2: [Lejuan Love]
Yo, check out the Mr. Mixx beat that I flow off
While I go off to boast, brag, and show off
And watch your (??) as I get hyper
I cause them all to slip in they pants; they need a diaper
Whoever stereotyped me for each of those nerds,
I'ma get 'em a fork so they can eat those words
It was said we can't freestyle in M-I-A-M-I
We only had the weak rappers, but tell me, am I?
Lejuan's the type to take your whole gang out
You musta got curfew, because they can't hang out
I'm gettin' paid 'cause I'm good; it's no mystery
You see, I'm rollin' with the man that's makin' history
Lejuan Love is one of the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 3: [JT Money]
In this type of M-U-S-I-C
I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see
I seen professionals, but I'm the better master
Who you gonna blast up on your ghetto blaster?
When I start to flow you're guaranteed to hear the raw stuff
They say I'm dope, nice, super good, or rough
If you don't know the game, then I gotta show the lame
That I'm the best out, nobody can flow the same
Am I a threat? Nobody can say no
I'm like a volcano, and I'm sure that they know
When I come off, it's guaranteed legit
Can you come like this? Naw, that's bullshit
JT Money is the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 4: [Debonaire]
I got pull like gravity but some got no juice
Deb in the flesh, well I'm fresh like produce
Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin'
It's just too raw for them to think about eatin'
If y'all ain't heard the word, my rap lingers
The drop sounds like it's hot and burnin' my fingers
This rapper's tryin' to front on a real smooth flower
They ass is grass, and I'm the lawn mower
Of course I put 'em out like trash 'cause I'm a lyncher
Attackin' punk rappers like a Doberman Pincher
They all be like vampires to me, so they oughta
Walk or get burnt, 'cause I'm the Holy Water
You say you wanna battle, but that'd be your doom
'Cause I'll have you on your ass like Fruit of the Loom
The name's Debonaire and I'm one of the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 5: [Brother Marquis]
Though I'm from the bottom, I'm placed by the rest out
Brother Marquis is one of the best out
There's no comparin' me, I'm far from bein' so-so
I top the suckas droppin' fast and flowin' slow
Puttin' suckas out like I was Nyquil
I rock on the mike like no other on the mike
We're your worst nightmare, if not scarier
Their loss in the (??) new to the area
The man you can't handle, 'cause I'm just too rough
They say that I'm good; they should 'cause it's true stuff
So ain't nobody sayin' that I'm not legit
They need to wipe they mouth, 'cause they just talkin' shit
When it comes to droppin' science, I'm the man you can't knock out
The heavyweight champ that'll take your whole block out
Marquis, one of the best around
Yeah, down with Luke and that Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (?) for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% G
Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt
Chorus (2x):
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh? Whut?
The real one! Huh, nigga whut?]
Verse 2: Ice-T
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
(Imagine this) Hundred-g Lex on your wrist
(Imagine this) About 10 karats on your fist
(Imagine this) All dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut!"
I said, "Shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew."
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big-dickin'
Seein' that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin'
Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one!
Chorus
Chorus (4x): [Brother Marquis]
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Hell no!!
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Get out my face, hoe!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
I don't give my riches to the bitches!
Shake-dancin' ain't nothin' but trickin'
Ten dollars, too much to give 'em
I done had my two-drink minnimum
I watch from a distance so I can
see,Now Charles kickin' me out the VIP?
Bitches callin' me cheap
While they trick as they dancin' in minks
Hoe, you must be crazy
I know it's your job, but I ain't trickin' miss daisy
I want a quick feel, a cheap thrill -
But I ain't payin' no pussy bills!
If you got mouths to feed,
Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need
'Cause I'm a 3-piece nigga, bitch, I don't play
I want the pussy, a place to stay, but I don't pay!
Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!
Chorus
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Booty clubs where niggas go
Spendin' flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother
Bitch, come clean from beginnin'
Drop them strings and skin to win
She gotta show pink to get paid
And I don't want a hoe who's always afraid
I'll flip that hoe like a script
'Cause for all that flow, niggas might trip
'Cause pussy's a man's best friend
And she gotta keep shakin' 'till the record ends
'Cause I like them stripper hoes
The ones from Rolexx and Coco's
So come on, make ya pussy pop
And I keep on gettin' them table-tops!
[spoken]
C'mon, girl, now, show me a shot now...
aaight!
Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!
Chorus
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
Serve me out your best dick-sucker
Much money as I'ma spend in this motherfucker?
You holler "No cash, no ass!"
Well then bitch, I pass!
'Cause I ain't givin' up no cash!
Hell naw!
Not to see YO' funky ass!
You wanna dance?
Don't sewat it!
If I fuck for free, then you can dance on credit
Trick-ass niggas just spoil 'em
Payin' 'em more than the club that employs 'em
Checkin' that booty movin'
To me it's just a form of prostitution
Niggas be wreckin' theyself,
Thinkin' they got that bitch to theyself?
Well I sit back and relax
But tell bitches with babies
they need to work for food stamps
You can pop that pussy tax-free,
But you won't get shit from me!
Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!
Chorus
Verse 4: [Brother Marquis]
I'm lookin' for a crib for the weekend
I ain't got no ends, but I wanna see the skins
I want mine for the low price
I heard bitches dance free on amateur night!
Shakin' what they mama fuck fo'
When your mama was a hoe, did she get dough?
Don't ask me for a dance; I don't need one
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
I'm freakin' on like the next man
When you take this cash, I'm lookin' up yo' ass!
Pussy pay the bills, dick pay the rent!
All I got is a thanks and a compliment
Usin' it like a weapon
Bitches gettin paid for sex and affection
Fuck you and your conversation!
I ain't makin' no fuckin' donations!
Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!!
Chorus
All you hoes get on DOWN!!
[During chorus]:
Hop wid it!!
[Hey! Take it to the ground!
Hop wid it!
Get on down!
Chorus
[Like this! Hit it!]
[So why has it gotta be so damn HOT?]
Verse 1: Professor Griff
I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E.
Professor Griff in the flesh, sincerely
Kickin' it off on a ghetto track
Bringin' to you some actual facts
From the bottom, 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 people
Who run around, changin' laws, just to say we're equal
File a complaint, turn in your risume
'Cause the A.G.S. don't play
I'm the Griff, and I speak profound
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 2: Lejuan Love
Yo, check out the Mr. Mixx beat that I flow off
While I go off to boast, brag, and show off
And watch your (??) as I get hyper
I cause them all to slip in they pants; they need a diaper
Whoever stereotyped me for each of those nerds,
I'ma get 'em a fork so they can eat those words
It was said we can't freestyle in M-I-A-M-I
We only had the weak rappers, but tell me, am I?
Lejuan's the type to take your whole gang out
You musta got curfew, because they can't hang out
I'm gettin' paid 'cause I'm good; it's no mystery
You see, I'm rollin' with the man that's makin' history
Lejuan Love is one of the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 3: JT Money
In this type of M-U-S-I-C
I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see
I seen professionals, but I'm the better master
Who you gonna blast up on your ghetto blaster?
When I start to flow you're guaranteed to hear the raw stuff
They say I'm dope, nice, super good, or rough
If you don't know the game, then I gotta show the lame
That I'm the best out, nobody can flow the same
Am I a threat? Nobody can say no
I'm like a volcano, and I'm sure that they know
When I come off, it's guaranteed legit
Can you come like this? Naw, that's bullshit
JT Money is the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 4: Debonaire
I got pull like gravity but some got no juice
Deb in the flesh, well I'm fresh like produce
Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin'
It's just too raw for them to think about eatin'
If y'all ain't heard the word, my rap lingers
The drop sounds like it's hot and burnin' my fingers
This rapper's tryin' to front on a real smooth flower
They ass is grass, and I'm the lawn mower
Of course I put 'em out like trash 'cause I'm a lyncher
Attackin' punk rappers like a Doberman Pincher
They all be like vampires to me, so they oughta
Walk or get burnt, 'cause I'm the Holy Water
You say you wanna battle, but that'd be your doom
'Cause I'll have you on your ass like Fruit of the Loom
The name's Debonaire and I'm one of the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
Verse 5: Brother Marquis
Though I'm from the bottom, I'm placed by the rest out
Brother Marquis is one of the best out
There's no comparin' me, I'm far from bein' so-so
I top the suckas droppin' fast and flowin' slow
Puttin' suckas out like I was Nyquil
I rock on the mike like no other on the mike
We're your worst nightmare, if not scarier
Their loss in the (??) new to the area
The man you can't handle, 'cause I'm just too rough
They say that I'm good; they should 'cause it's true stuff
So ain't nobody sayin' that I'm not legit
They need to wipe they mouth, 'cause they just talkin' shit
When it comes to droppin' science, I'm the man you can't knock out
The heavyweight champ that'll take your whole block out
Marquis, one of the best around
Yeah, down with Luke and that Ghetto Bass sound!
Luke:
LET THE BEATINGS BEGI-I-I-I-IN!
[Excerpt from the Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The
Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction]
Woman:
"Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks!
Bull-daggers! Pussy riders! Shit eaters! Dick beaters!
Fags! Sissies! Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!"
Verse 1: Brother Marquis:
I'm a part of this, just like you
I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do
I'll ride you to your death and squeeze blood from your breast
And work you like a sex slave, you gets no rest
I can see it in your eyes, the devil's deep inside
You're a masochistic freak in disguise
Your love is your pain, and pain is your gain
You'll force the fit just to feel the strain
You worship the bed with your life
Holding sessions of confession every moonlit night
You do it so good, tasting every ounce
Until the last drop, leaving nothing out!
Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend!
S & M! Bring all your horny friends!
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
I wear my leather in the summer to every show
With my whip around my neck, I control the hoes
My sexual fantasies must be fulfilled,
Or my tensions will increase, and then I will ill
So I pulled a little girlie, this is what I did
Jumped in the ride, took her to the crib
Rushed her in the room, sat her on the bed,
Grabbed her by the ass and she gave me head
Then I turned her over, got it from the back
The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped
Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest
She put it in the middle, then she squeezed her breasts
As I got some feeling, this is what I said:
"Baby, baby, please! Just a little more head!"
Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' sister and her friend!
S & M! Bring all your hoey friends!
S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
Woman:
"Piss dinkers ... overseas ... back off ... fuck off ... make yo' dick
stand or put yo' pussy in yo' hand! You want it, we got it!"
(Mixx cuts "Fuck me baby!" "Ooh daddy, beat me!"
"Come on and eat me baby!")
Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
S & M! Bring all your horny friends!
S & M! LET THE ORGY BEGIN!!
[Female voice]
Yo soy Juanita, pero no soy sueltecita
¿Tu crees que porque estoy vestida asà soy una puta?
Oye yo vengo de una familia muy católica
No mijito, yo no mamo ninguna pinga
[Verse One: Brother Marquis]
I bumped into her at the Coco Cabana
Down in Cuban town in little Havana
I asked her her name, she said Juanita
I just had to ask cuz I just had to meet her
I heard of fast girls but she's a speeder
She said she was hungry and told me to feed her
So I got an expresso and a hot burrito
You look so sweet you fine senorita
Mamalopenga, mama sita
It's a black thing baby so you know it's sweeter
Okay Juanita now I must be your guy
She said Juanita's my nickname, call me Spanish fly
[Female Voice]
Bueno, tal vez te pueda hacer el favor
Pero solo si tú me mamas la chocha
Y después yo te mamo la pinga
Sigue
[Verse Two: Fresh Kid Ice]
Black girls white girls even Puerto Ricans
But the Mexicans and Cubans are all so freakin'
I like 'em in dresses with big 'ole chesses
I also like the style and the way she impresses
The fragrance of her perfume smells like roses
She's guarenteed to turn heads whenever she poses
She lives in Miami and of Latin descent
And being with her is how my time should be spent
I met her in the berries on a Friday night
Dressed in a soft silky dress colour virgin white
I said "hey pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you're the one to Mamalopenga"
[Female Voice]
¡Ay Ice, qué grande eres!
El señor Mix me mamó y mamó muy rico
¡Ay papi, chúpame papi!
Sigue no pares, más más, ¡más rápido!
¡Ayy, qué bueno estas papi!
No, más, no pares
Otra vez, otra vez papi
¡Qué rico, qué grande la tienes!
¿Todos los muchachos son como tú?
Qué bueno estas papi
[ ]=sampled words
[What'll we get for ten dollars?]
[Every 'ting you want]
[Everything?]
[Every 'ting]
[Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh!]
[Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaahh!]
[Ooohh!]
Chorus (repeated during breakdowns):
[Ahh! Me so horny!]
[Me love you long time!]
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the 7 digits
Said, "Yo, this Marquis, baby! Are you down with it?"
I arrived at her house, knocked on the door
Not having no idea of what the night had in store
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny
Chorus
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Girls always ask me why I fuck so much
I say "What's wrong, baby doll, with a quick nut?"
'Cause you're the one, and you shouldn't be mad
I won't tell your mama if you don't tell your dad
I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your pussy busted
Won't your mama be so mad if she knew I got that ass?
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
You can say I'm desperate, even call me perverted
But you say I'm a dog when I leave you fucked and deserted
I'll play with your heart just like it's a game
I'll be blowing your mind while you're blowing my brains
I'm just like that man they call Georgie Puddin' Pie
I fuck all the girls and I make 'em cry
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny.
Chorus
Breakdown(4x):
[Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me!]
Chorus
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
It's true, you were a virgin until you met me
I was the first to make you hot and wetty-wetty
You tell your parents that we're goin' out
Never to the movies, just straight to my house
You said it yourself, you like it like I do
Put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole too
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny
Chorus
Breakdown (repeated till end of track):
[Fuckie suckie]
[Me fuckie suckie]
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Album: Move somethin'
Song: H-B-C
Typed by: jostmatt
bluewin.ch, urbanspacedude
excite.com
[Luke Skyywalker]:
Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Ghetto Style like!
(Head, booty, and cock) What your sister like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) What your mama like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) Opa Locka like!
(Head, booty, and cock) Overtown like!
(Head, booty, and cock)
<8-bar break: Mr. Mixx cuts>
No ass, bitch, no backstage pass
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
You say, "No ass, bitch, no backstage pass"
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
<8-bar break: Mixx cuts Dolemite records>
Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Name of this record called
(Head, booty, and cock) What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock)
No ass, bitch, no backstage pass
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
Say, "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!" You say it!
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Y'all say, "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!"
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Everybody say "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!"
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Michael J like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) Even Prince like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks)
We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too! You say it!
(We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too)
We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too! You say it!
(We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too)
Say "BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!" You say it, fellas!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) Let me hear you say,
"BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!" You say it, fellas!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) We know Oakland like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) We know Compton like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) Carolinas like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!)
[Eddie Murphy]: It's my house, and if you don't like it, you get the fuck out!
House (X5)
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out my house, bitch.
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out my house, bitch.
You in my house now, you talkin' all that shit,
So get the fuck out, you sorry ass bitch.
You come in my house, eatin' all my shit,
So get the fuck out, you sorry ass bitch
bitch (X12)
bit (X13)
get the fuck, get the fuck, get the fuck out, bitch
Get up off yo' ass, and clean up all this shit,
Look at you, you sorry ass, low-down raggedy bitch
You sittin' 'round my house, smokin' all this shit,
So get on out my house, you slimy ass bitch
how-how-how-how-how-house (bitch) (X2)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out my house, bitch.
You callin' all your friends (bitch) on my telephone (bitch),
You need to leave all them bull-dykin' bitches alone (bitch)
I got bitches that do shit for me that you could never do (bitch)
They suck me, fuck me and give me money, too
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out my house, bitch.
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out my house,
bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit
how-how-how-how-house (ho)
how-how-how-how-house (ho)
how (ho) how (ho) huh ho ha huh ho
So get yo' ass out, of my muh-fuckin' house,
Let the door don't hit you where the dog shoulda bit you
You lazy-ass bitch, I don't need to take this shit
So get the fuck out of my motherfuckin' house
bitch
get the fuck out
bitch
get the fuck out my house
[Eddie Murphy]: It's my house, and if you don't like it, you get the fuck out! I don't give a fuck!
house (X14) bitch
house (X6) bitch
house (X6) bitch
house (X6) bitch
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out my house, bitch (bitch).
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out my house, bitch.
house (X11)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out my house, bitch (bitch).
Get the fuck out (bitch-bitch)
Get the fuck out (bitch)
Get the fuck out my house, bi-bi-bi-bitch
Bitch
Get the fuck out my house
[Eddie Murphy]: (Whiff!) You missed me, bitch!
Doo wah diddy diddy diddy dum diddyu doo
God damn, it's some honkies in this mother fucker tonight
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Oh oh oh ah yeah You motherfuckers came anyway, huh
[Brother Marquis]
I met this bitch standing on the bolck
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She'll suck on my dick if I buy her a rock
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Got the pussy got the pussy
She got jacked she got jacked
Punched her face punched her face
And I took my money back
[Luke]
I was walking down the street when i met this lula
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She had a mouthpiece and a nice soup cooler
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She sucked my dick sucked my dick
Licked my balls licked my balls
Kissed my ass kissed my ass
Goddamn, this bitch'll do it all
[Brother Marquis]
I met this bit at a quarter past 12
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
When I took her ass home the pussy smelled like hell
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Summer's Eve Summer's Eve
Massengil Massengil
Wash your pussy wash your pussy
Bitch kill that funky smell
[Luke]
I saw this bitch walking down the block
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Between her legs she had a big red spot
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Was it come? was it come?
Was it blood? was it blood?
My nigga my nigga
My nigga, I don't know what the fuck it was
[Brother Marquis]
I met this girl and she tried to act shitty
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She was from the projects of Liberty City
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Bangkok Bangkok
Rag top rag top
Cross me cross me
And bet your ass you'll get drepped
[Luke
I saw this fag tricking at the bus stop
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
I said you sissy motherfucker you know you oughta spop
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Spreading AIDS spreading AIDS
Punk bitch punk bitch
Watching dick watching dick
You know a real nigga ain't about all that shit
Doo wah diddy diddy diddy dum diddyu doo
(God damn, it's some honkies in this mother fucker tonight
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Oh oh oh ah yeah
(You motherfuckers came anyway, huh)
(Brother Marquis)
I met this bitch standing on the bolck
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She'll suck on my dick if I buy her a rock
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Got the pussy (got the pussy)
She got jacked (she got jacked)
Punched her face (punched her face)
And I took my money back
(Luke)
I was walking down the street when i met this lula
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She had a mouthpiece and a nice soup cooler
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She sucked my dick (sucked my dick)
Licked my balls (licked my balls)
Kissed my ass (kissed my ass)
Goddamn, this bitch'll do it all
(Brother Marquis)
I met this bit at a quarter past 12
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
When I took her ass home the pussy smelled like hell
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Summer's Eve (Summer's Eve)
Massengil (Massengil)
Wash your pussy (wash your pussy)
Bitch kill that funky smell
(Luke)
I saw this bitch walking down the block
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Between her legs she had a big red spos
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Was it come? (was it come)
Was it blood? (was it blood)
My nigga (my nigga)
My nigga, I don't know what the fuck it was
(Brother Marquis)
I met this girl and she tried to act shitty
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She was from the projects of Liberty City
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Bangkok (Bangkok)
Rag top (rag top)
Cross me (cross me)
And bet your ass you'll get drepped
(Luke)
I saw this fag tricking at the bus stop
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
I said you sissy motherfucker you know you oughta spop
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Spreading AIDS (spreading AIDS)
Punk bitch (punk bitch)
Watching dick (watching dick)
You know a real nigga ain't about all that shit
Chesterfield! Hype little island full of gay romance, the wear gay sandals and they wear tight pants, sun-drenched top to bottom everyday. Blessed with the miracle of being gay, The very best of faggots in the USA, giving big, big pleasure in a big, big way! The very best of faggots in the USA, giving big, big pleasure in a big, big way! CHESTERFIELD!!!
[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 Jay
Bro - Brother Marquis
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the wacky-wack MCs and the ones like you
Because I've done everything that you have tried
And I've been accepted where you've been denied
I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S
Here to run down a rhyme at your request
I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn
I came here tonight just to get it on
So listen up close and listen up well
Cause the Brother Marquis has a story to tell
This is a story about an MC
Who got real brave and challenged me
He thought that he was bad, he thought he was tough
Until I, what, until I called his bluff
And as the battle began, his rhymes got weaker
You couldn't even hear his voice come out the speaker
And as he started to get ignored
The party people turned and walked off the floor
They did not applaud and they did not cheer
And homeboys just said "Get the fuck outta here"
So as I cracked a smile and started to laugh
I could see the sucka duck muthafucka gettin mad
He had a frown on his face, he was hotter than fire
He wasn't competition but just a little biter
So, as he turned and walked away
With his head to the ground and nothing to say
Cause he was busted, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted
He tried to battle me and found self-DESTRUCTION
[Mr. Mixx]
2 Live Crew
2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
I've been rhymin and designin, and always tryin
Our beats are always strong, and never dyin
The lyrics I recite, I say with power
So step aside or get devoured
I won't say I'm sorry cause I don't want glory
Gonna stimulate this party, so don't you worry
Bustin all fresh rhymes, don't need to diss
Cause I'm known at parties as a catalyst
Gonna make you all dance, keep ya body in motion
Cause anything I do, I get an ovation
The compliments I get never cease to end
Cause I say what I want and I never bend
To any silly shit that you got to say
But to hear me rap, ya gotta pay
Cause you heard it before and it ain't no lie
That 2 Live music will never die!
[Mr. Mixx]
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it-ch-check it-check it out y'all
Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
Check it out y'all
Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
2 - 2 Live Crew
2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Bro - Brother Marquis
Bro - Brother Marquis
Bust a rhyme
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I met this girl named Kisha, the daughter of a preacher
I met her in school and we did it on the bleachers
The kids were in gym as I went for a swim
I rocked her so good until she wanted it again
That was jet-set, so soft and wet
Now Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet
Until one day I got caught in the act
With my girl named Melissa from a few days back
Kisha done called me up and asked me to explain
She said I played with her heart like it was a game
She said "Why?" I couldn't deny
She said "Don't lie" then she started to cry
But Kisha was YEARNIN to be DE-VIRGINED
She told her father, and he preached her a SERMON
[Mr. Mixx]
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check-check it out y'all
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out y'all
Check it - check it out
Check it - check it - check it out y'all
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Fre - Fresh Kid Ice
Bus - Bust a rhyme
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
My name is Kid Ice, Gemini is my sign
>From the time I started rappin, your title was mine
I started in the West, brought back to the East
Got ?about? my man Luke who unleashed the beast
In me, for oh so long, I was put down
Forced by others to listen to their sound
Til the time has come as I proclaim to you
All you sucka duck rappers, your era is through
You call yourselves kings, that is only a dream
You need style and ability to make a team
So ya better come hard, and come correct
Cause every weak rhyme ya bring, I will reject
So go back home and learn to write
But don't come back til ya say it right
So while you're still there lookin stupid in the face
Ya better get lost with ya pat-pat bass
[Mr. Mixx]
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out y'all
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out y'all
Check it - check it out
Check it - check it out
Check it - check it - check it out - check it out
Check it - check it out y'all
Tre - Treach Dee Jay
Check it out y'all
Tre - Treach Dee Jay
Check it - check it - check it out
Tre - Treach Dee Jay
Tre - Treach Dee Jay
Treach Dee Jay
Check it out - check it out y'all
*scratching*
{aw yeah!} x7
Note: Brother Marquis does all the verses
[Shari Lewis]
Come ... give us a little kiss ...
let me make it better.
[Dolemite]
These rotten ass bitches is gonna fuckin' wanna know!
Verse 1
I met this bitch at a hip-hop disco
A club full of divas in San Francisco
I asked her name, the bitch said Shirley
I asked her for some pussy, she said "I like girlies."
"What that mean, hoe, that I can't have it?"
She said, "Nigga, recognize I'm a female faggot!"
You triflin'-ass bitches know that shit ain't right
Stinkin'-ass dyke, put some dick in your life
'Cause we know where the nose goes in the nymphos
Playin' with dildos and finger-fuckin' booty holes
Belly to belly, skin to skin
Fuckin' like hell, but ain't no dick goin' in
If they like pussy that much, then let me fuck it
Stick it in, take it out, and let 'em suck 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 stole my bitch
She'd rather suck pussy, she don't want no dick!
A bulldagger done stole MY bitch!
Bitch told me she don't want no dick!
A bulldagger done stole my bitch
She'd rather eat pussy than suck a nigga' dick!
A bulldagger done stole MY bitch!
Fuck y'all hoes, y'all hoes ain't shit!
Verse 2:
Bulldaggers come in all shapes, sizes and colors
A bitch that eat pussy makes a good dick-sucker
Never kiss a bulldagger hoe in the mouth
It smells like shit from all the ass she got
Freaky hoes got them tendencies
Why go that way, bitch, when you can get these?
Some girls'll do it, some girls don't
A bulldaggin' hoe will do what your boyfriend won't
A bulldagger is the worst kind of player hater
'Cause niggas still fuck 'em, that's why they can't fade us
Sayin' they strictly dickly, but that ain't true
A bulldagger got more bitches than me and you
Now bulldaggers, you know they don't play fair
They get all the pussy, and they don't share
But they game is strong and they tongue is long
A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone!
Chorus
Verse 3:
I hate bulldaggin' hoes with a passion
You motherfuckin' right a nigga gave bashin'
You bitches need to get that gay shit off your mind
Suckin' 'em up, that's sick, I dick 'em down at night
Lickin' clits, suckin' titties, and playin' with kitties
And sophisticated dykes'll treat a nigga shitty
I can't understand how a bitch with class
Would have another hoe's name tattooed on her ass
Spittin' at my hoes but they can't be chose
Because BITCH, my pussy's bought and paid fo'!
Now you motherfuckin' dykes ain't got no shame
French-kissin', holdin' hands like it ain't no thing
Your game is workin', but I got the last virgin
You doin' the slurpin' while I'm doin' the servin'
But they game is strong and they tongue is long
A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone!
Chorus
[Woman]
Naw, mu'fucker. You tryin' to blow my game?
My bitches said somethin' to you, my shit just won't be the same,
motherfucker, n' I can't have that!!
[Outro]
Yeah, Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis representin',
straight up on the down south tip! For the 9-5 shot!
You know we talkin' 'bout they raggedy ass,
nigga, ain't no motherfuckin' thang, 'knamsayin'?
Don't nobody say 'nything personal,
come on, girl, y'know?
Boys back up at that ass!
One time for the bottom!
You know how they do it.
Intro:(mysterious music)
"Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted without parent or certified adult guardian."
"They'll fry your brain. They're sick as hell!"
"Jolly good fun."
"You'll die dancin'!"
"Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... "
"Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths!"
Chorus:
Heyy!
2 Live Crew
Boys with the bass!
"You better know it!"
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
That's right y'all, you heard it 'cause we said it
And if you can't read in the magazines,
You read about who? You know the Crew!
Fresh outta Pac
And the first to put the bass on the 24-track
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put 'em in the stores and millions habe bought it
An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the dicso
On the airwaves, we misbehave
We're too bold, too rugged in our nasty ways
From dirty minds come dirty rhymes
We're not gonna beg for your time
You don't play it? That's cool with me
But somehow, our bass still reaches the street
As long as we got it, you can get it
People want the bass, so some try to steal it
From behind our back, and not in our face
'Cause 2 Live is the Crew, the boys with the bass!
Chorus
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
Holdin' out own in the South-East region
When you come to the bottom, pledge to our allegiance
I'm glad to say that we're the proud owners,
The rock-and-rollers, you can't us this over
The name of the game is supply and demand
We supply the bass while you demand our jams
We could not wait to bring our bass to you
Because in this game, you lag, you lose
See, we serve our bass raw, straight up and not false
This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball
Plenty of bass, the beat, and the rhyme
That my homeboy Mr. Mixx carefully designed
Hittin' hard as hell, and always droppin'
Bass is the reason why you are rockin'
When you hear our songs, and you see our face
Put two and two together; we're the boys with the bass!
Chorus
("It's the best in this city!")
[Sampled Words]:
What'll we get for ten dollars?
Every t'ing you want.
Everything?
Every t'ing
[Bill]:
Monica?
[Monica]
Yes, Bill?
[Bill]
Monica, what would you do for a job here at the White House?
[Monica]
I'd do anything, Bill.
[Bill]
Really?
[Monica]
Mm-hm.
[Bill]:
Well, do you swallow?
[Monica]
I sure do, Bill.
[Bill]
You do?
[Monica]
Mm-hm.
[Bill]
Well, what would you do with this cigar?
[Monica]
Well why don't you let me show you, Billy.
Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah!
Chorus: (repeated during breakdowns)
Ahh! Me so horny! Me love you long time!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
Sittin' in my office with my dick on hard
Fuckin' all the interns 'cause I'm the boss
Picked up the telephone to call one of my bitches
Said, "What's up, Monica baby? Can you come and kiss it?"
She arrived at the White House, knocked on the door,
Threw her draws on the floor and said "Fuck me!" like a whore"
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning!
Your dick is much bigger than Vernon Jordan's."
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Now Monica ...
Monica, c'mon, let's go into the Oval Office, girl.
I just wanna break you off a lil' 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
It's the perks of being Prez; you always get a nut
Since you're married to Tipper, you shouldn't be sad
Don't tell Hilary so she won't get mad
'Cause you know she'll be disgusted if he ever gets busted
And Newt will be mad 'cause he didn't get the ass
He's a Prez in heat, a freak without warning
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh, Monica, I want you to come over here
and break me off in the Oval Office, now ...
di-did you bring your Presidential knee-pads?
I'm ready to get my freak on, girl,
I don't know about you ... I'm not a player no more, girl ... naw,
I just crush a lot ...
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
You can say I'm a pervert or a desperate motherfucker
I'll hook you up with Paula and let you do each other
I'll play with your mind just like it's a game
I'll call my homie Vernon so we can run a "train"
And fuck Linda Tripp, 'cause I hate that bitch
I even got her on tape sucking on my dick
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
Hilary's my wife, but Monica baby, you're my woman
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh Monica ... oh, I can't believe it's sogood, girl ...
I'm gonna have to take you to the next Democratic Convention ...
so you can hook up all the fellas ...
this'll be goodfor some vogues ...
I can't believe this ... ohhh God ...
Breakdown: [Mr Mixx]
(cuts and scratches: "Hey, what's the matter, baby?")
Chorus
[Bill] (during chorus):
Oh Monica, that's ...
oh, that feels so goood!
Ohh! Oh yes, ohhh!
Oh! Ohh! Ohhhh!!!
Oh yeah ... ohhh ... oh yes!
Oh ...
Verse 4: [Fresh Kid Ice]
It's true you weren't employed until you met Bill
He made you an intern, and you ratted still
You tell your parents that he turned you out
In the Oval Office of the White House
You said it yourself, you like it like he do
You put your lips on his cigar, and kissed it too
He's a freak in heat; Janet Reno didn't warn 'em
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!
Chorus
[Outro] (repeated till end of track)
Fuckie suckie
Me fuckie suckie
[Bill] (during chorus and outro):
Monica, I can't believe you did this to me!
I gave you a job, woman! Dammit, why did you do this to me?
Now what's America gonna think?
I mean, it could've just been me, you, and my wife Hilary!
No one had to know!
You didn't have to go tell everybody, now!
Ken Starr's on my case and ...
bringin' up all that Linda Tripp and Paula Jones and ...
Jennifer Flowers stuff!
My wife won't even talk to me! Hilary! Hilary! Hilary --
Chelsea, tell your mom I'm talking to her!
Hilary, talk to me, dammit!
Come on, say somethin'!
I'll blow somethin' up if you don't talk to me, woman!
I can't believe this! ...
My career's in shambles ...
but I still love America!
Me so horny
Intro:
(mysterious music)
"Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
without parent or certified adult guardian."
"They'll fry your brain. They're sick as hell!"
"Jolly good fun."
"You'll die dancin'!"
"Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... "
"Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths!"
Chorus:
(Heyy!)
(2 Live Crew)
(Boys with the bass!)
("You better know it!")
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
That's right y'all, you heard it 'cause we said it
And if you can't read in the magazines,
You read about who? You know the Crew! Fresh outta Pac
And the first to put the bass on the 24-track
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put 'em in the stores and millions habe bought it
An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the dicso
On the airwaves, we misbehave
We're too bold, too rugged in our nasty ways
>From dirty minds come dirty rhymes
We're not gonna beg for your time
You don't play it? That's cool with me
But somehow, our bass still reaches the street
As long as we got it, you can get it
People want the bass, so some try to steal it
From behind our back, and not in our face
'Cause 2 Live is the Crew, the boys with the bass!
Chorus
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Holdin' out own in the South-East region
When you come to the bottom, pledge to our allegiance
I'm glad to say that we're the proud owners,
The rock-and-rollers, you can't us this over
The name of the game is supply and demand
We supply the bass while you demand our jams
We could not wait to bring our bass to you
Because in this game, you lag, you lose
See, we serve our bass raw, straight up and not false
This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball
Plenty of bass, the beat, and the rhyme
That my homeboy Mr. Mixx carefully designed
Hittin' hard as hell, and always droppin'
Bass is the reason why you are rockin'
When you hear our songs, and you see our face
Put two and two together; we're the boys with the bass!
Chorus
("It's the best in this city!")
Chorus:
(Mixx scratches "Bad ass bitch!")
(During the breakdowns, we hear the Crew just hangin' out,
chit-chatting about their sexual encounters. Most of their
words are inaudible.)
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's always one bitch in every town
Every time you see her, her panites are down
Always dressed fresh in the ladies' wear
She sports the weave instead of hair
Known to the boys as a real fly cutie
Tight-ass jeans to show that booty
When we met, I acted grinnin'
'Cause in my book, she was a queen
I felt that feelin', anticipation
Later came the stories of a reputation
She was burnin' since she was born
I fucked anyway, 'cause the bitch was ON!
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
And stared at each other in a smoke-filled room
I said, "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, 'cause I'm not the one
For no bullshit or love-silly games
Let's get butt-booty naked and do the wild thing
First she took off her panties, snatched off her bra
Out popped the biggest tits I ever saw
They were big enough to knock a man down
They were shaped like grapes, and my favorite shade of brown
My dick was hard, and she was hot like a heater
By the looks of her mouth, she was a dick-eater
I said, "You raggedy bitch, don't play dumb!
Put my dick in your mouth and make this motherfucker cum!!"
Yeah! This bitch was ON!!
Chorus
Verse 3
[BM] The head was smokin', I had to call my friends
In the next ten minutes, all the boys were in
Dat was in the front and Lat was in the back
The pussy was poppin' like Cracker Jack!
[FKI] She had to get paid; I put her in the trick
I gave her a penny for every inch of my dick
We kept on fuckin' 'till the early morn
[ALL] THAT BITCH WAS ON!!!
Chorus
(Mixx scratches "Gimme more! Bitch!")
Juvenile voice:
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad,
You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away...
Clay D:
YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!)
COME ON NOW, GET IT! (EVERYBODY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!)
2 LIVE IS HERE, COME ON! (HEYYYYY!)
EVERYBODY! (COME ON, COME ON!)
JUST GET ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!)
LET'S GO! LET'S GO! (OW! OW!)
HEYYYYYY!
Verse 1
[Kid Ice] Here we go, back to turn it out
The nastiest niggas representin' the South
With the freakiest bitches from the sunshine state
Dissin' off niggas out to playa hate
Butt-naked hoes is all we do
'Cause no one got the freaks like the Crew
Runnin' through the nation without a care
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em
After me there'll be no more left of 'em
The last booty-shake gangsta
Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya
I got the booty doin' big thangs
So bow down to the kings of the motherfuckin' booty-game
Well-known worldwide,
This is 2 Live, until the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say whut?)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
Verse 2
[Kid Ice] We're Nasty As we Wanna Be
They dropped the ban and set us free
Lil' Joe turned us loose in the United States
To see how much wreck we'd create
'Cause there ain't no party like a 2 Live Party
'Cause a 2 Live Party don't stop!
So come to the party and have no fear
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Unknown whereabouts, somewhere smoked out
Dickin' a bitch's mouth off in a trickin' house
Ridin', lickin', peepin', blowin'
Stop, pick up the bitch that's hoin', and keep goin'
Marquis ain't gon' ever change
I'ma stay in the street just as well as my name
Shine like the diamond I'm named after
When it comes to trickin' hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' master
Chorus
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] We're the first motherfuckers in the bass game
Respect is due when you mention our name
Representin' the South with the bottom-boy style
Known worldwide with the Miami style
'Cause there ain't nothin' better in any land
Than the Brother Marquis and the Chinaman!
Bow down to the best from far and near
It's the Real Ones, baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know what's the time with me
I fuck 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street
Brother Marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with
So don't get mad if I fuck and I nut quick
I'm off the chain, I'm off the key
Uncut G, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Chorus
Clay D:
HEYY! OWW, WORK IT! (DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!)
PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! (PUMP IT UP, GET IT UP!)
GET-GET IT, GET IT! (COME ON, COME ON!)
SHAKE, GET-GET IT! (OW, JUST WORK IT!)
WORK YO' BODY! (SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT!)
DON'T STOP, WORK IT! (DON'T, DON'T...)
OWW! PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!)
A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!)
2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A PARTY!)
IT'S '98! (COME ON, LET'S GET IT!)
JUST WORK IT ON, GET IT ON!
SHAKE IT ON, GET IT ON! (2 LIVE CREW!)
YO' BODY! (YOU KNOW WE GOTTA, GET LOOSE NOW!)
Chorus
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Album: As nasty as they wanna be
Song: 2 Live Blues
Typed by: ddd059@mail.usask.ca
Brother Marquis:
I bring home the bacon
Bitch I put it in your hand
But behind my back bitch
You been seen with another man
Oh I just had to shed a tear
Bitch you got to leave here
Is it me or him baby?
So long my motherfuckin' dear
Luke Skyywalker:
Come lay you black ass down
Right beside me
Hold onto my dick
While I grab a little bit of that pussy
Suck it right
Bitch suck it all night
And if you ask me to eat some pussy
I choke your black ass all night
Fresh Kid Ice:
Since my baby left me
I been doin' well on my own
Fucked the neighbour's wife
And broke up a happy home
Now the bitch wanna live with me
This long dick Chinese
Bitch if you can't fry rice
Well get your bald-head ass out tonight
Mr. Mixx:
I met this raggedy bitch
Down on southwest eighth street
I fuck that bitch from the top of her head
To the bunyons on her motherfuckin' feet
I said Bitch as long as your pussy is
It's a goddamn sin
I gotta hold an ironing board across your chest
To keep from fallin' in
[Intro]
Umph
So funky!
Nasty!
Hey!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
I'm Nasty As I Wanna Be
I express myself so vulgarly
Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it
That's why some suckas wanna stall it
Some people worry about the wrong thing
But why worry about what we're sayin'?
'Cause we're gonna do what we wanna do,
And if y'all don't like it, well then fuck you too!
People don't know unless you tell them so
But it was cool when we were just in the ghetto
We did ask you to publicize us,
But it was you who created the fuss
And blew the whole thing out of proportion
You should worry about your topics like abortion
So I fiend for the funk like a dope-fiend junky
Fuck you all, and let us get So Funky!
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Singin' this song, movin' along
Provin' to the suckas that I keep gettin'
Stronger than what ya been hearin'
Kid Ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin'
I kick it funky to show my courage
When schoolin' others, I kick the knowledge
For those who hate me, I pray you'll miss me
If you find out you had dissed me
I'll treat you like a child and smack ya head
Feed you dick, put you to bed
Look you in the eye and know you're fessin'
Make you take notes of the lesson
The rhythm is something I cannot hide
A feelin' that I feel, deep inside
So talk about me while I make my money
Kid Ice is known to be So Funky!
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
Some say I'm crazy and I got problems
An evaluation might help solve 'em
The funky-mack-nasty, filthy-mack-funky
Stankin' (?), the wino junkyMentally scarred, always barred
Slightly deranged, a half-way retard
Goin' off insanely, tryin' to retain me
Tried to capture my rapture, but couldn't contain me
I put 'em in shambles, makin' examples
'Cause once I get started, I'm hard to handle
You can't keep me back, you can't forget that
I heard the chit-chat; you said that I'm wack
But anyway, that's okay
I try not to hear what the niggas say
So I just fiend for the funk like a dope-fiend junky
Excuse me y'all, and let me get So Funky!
Note: Marquis does all the verses; Mr. Mixx does the chorus ["I'm gonna cum!"]
Verse 1:
Let me skeet, don't hesitate
It ain't good to masturbate
Hoe, I'll let you suck my dick
If you say you'll be my bitch
You'll be proud to be my hoe
I'll take you everywhere I go
If anybody else, you belong to me
Is this my pussy?
(woman: Yeah, Marquis...)
I'm the one that has you sprung
When I skeet, we'll have a son
Skeet them jaws, skeet them draws
Pull it out and skeet the walls
Grab it, flip it, hold it, rub it
When I skeet is when you suck it
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free
Chorus:
Jerk it off, jerk it off, ba-by!
["I'm gonna cum!"]
(3x)
["I'm gonna cum!"]
Verse 2:
For the skeet you are a fiend
Don't you stop this freaky thing
Dick is the one thing that you love
And the skeet's all you're thinking of
If you can't skeet with someone else
You'll skeet off by yourself
Skeetin' nowadays is the thing to do
You'll skeet me and I'll skeet you
Skeet from the front, skeet from the back
Can I skeet in your mouth?
Do you like it like that?
(woman: Yess!)
Taste my skeet, don't it taste so sweet?
For my skeet you are a freak
I skeet off twice and then I'm done
I have to save some skeet for the next one, hon
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free
Chorus
Verse 3:
Skeetin' is for the young and old
But it's best to skeet in a hoe
Before I go out and skeet a bitch
I always take my skeetin' kick
I like to skeet in big ol' butts
It makes me skeet off big ol' nuts
You can say that I'm a nympho
Skeet in your mouth, then skeet your temple
I skeet best on a one-night stand
Brother Marquis is a skeeta man!
You suck slow and I fuck fast
Don't get mad if the skeet don't last
It ain't love, it must be lust
In the skeet you must trust
All you got to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free
Chorus
Jerk-jerk-jerk-jerk it off babyyy! (4x)
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
I remember back when, how the Kid got scarred
Beggin' for pussy; bitches actin' hard
I gots no play for the lack of papers
For the dope boys, I had the vapors
'Cause they got the hoes for the money they were stackin'
And all I had was dreams of rappin'
But a few months later the scenario changed
With a record and a video; now the Kid had game
They jumped over buildings, straight on the dick
It hit me so hard thinkin' I was it
They tripped me out, a sudden change of flavor
Hoes kissin' my ass wantin' to do me favors
But no matter how they tried to fuck with my pride
Ice Cold Productions won't slip or slide
'Cause when I was comin' up you was talkin' shit
Now that I made a nigga suck a dick
I know what's happenin', don't think I'm dumb
Kid Ice is movin' up, so here I come!
Chorus:
[Make way, 'cause here I come!]
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Marquis is the man, and I'm on a mission
To make a lot of money is my main ambition
Fuck niggas, and fuck hoes too
The meal is made, so let's eat food
But some motherfuckers try to hold ya back
Some are white, but most are black
Goin' out like that makes me laugh
But they all can kiss the crack of my ass
And you know and I know who I'm talkin' about
Y'all need to shut your fuckin' mouth and step aside!
You better make way, 'cause here I come, motherfucker!
Chorus
Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice
Steppin' to the light, and out the darkness
To relieve the pressure and all the madness
So here I come, a young man on the rise
Doin' what's right to stay alive
In a world of negativity and full of pain
We're brothers, down with each other for they own gain
So I keep on steppin', and keep on rappin'
Statyin' above the others, you know what's happenin'
For the better of myself, and not the fame
I try to make a livin' in this hip-hop game
If you wanna try, come and get some
Step out my way, 'cause here I come!
Chorus
Outro: Mr. Mixx
Mr. Mixx, producer of 2 Live! Niggas slip, but I'ma let
that slide. Dope producer, you know I ain't playin',
got 3 golds and a platinum, y'know what I'm sayin'? Fuck-
niggas always talk that fuck-shit, sayin' that Mixx ain't
legit. For the niggas that ain't with it, you can suck me
and all the boys' dick, y'know what I'm sayin'? 2 Live in
motherfuckin' effect, and we outta this raggedy mother-
fucker, like last year.
{Everybody over there!} {Get on up!}
{Everybody up there!} {Get into it!}
{Everybody right there!} {Get involved!}
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
All the people on the left, just participate
And everybody o the right, we won't make you wait
And all the people inbetween, just shout and scream
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
Some say they don't know of us but that is a lie
Suckas try to play they games of Dis-and-Die
And don't you try to shake my hand or be my friend
Unlike a hook made out of rubber I will not bend!
{Drop the bomb!!}
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
To all you silly suckas wo try to abuse us:
When we get ignited you can't diffuse us
It'll be on radio and even TV
That we achieved a level where you wanna be
Now step off the pedestal, give us the mike
So we can rock the people the way you would like
Just do us a favor, don't be a jerk
'Cause all we wanna see is your body work!
{But all we want to see is yo' body work!}
{Work yo body!}
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] There's a lesson to be taught, that's the one you should learn
You can't buy respect; it's what you earn
'Cause when you dis 2 Live you get yours in the end
It's not a threat; it's a promise, my friend!
[Marquis] So suckas step aside, let the women do their thing
Come on y'all, and shake that thing!
{Work that thing!}
{Yes!!}
["Break it on down!"]
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Now let me break it on down and tell the story
When they say "2 Live," your mama gets worried
When they speak of us, the negative get mentioned
But we don't care; thanks for your attention
An underground sound, talkin' shit off the street
That Ghetto Style with a hard-ass beat
Our explicit lyrics tells it like it is
If you don't like what I'm saying, get the fuck outta here!
Luke Skyywalker, the man, not a myth
The king of the ghetto, down with the clique
As he gets mixin' he don't like attention;
He just likes to hear crowd participation
Pumpin' up the people, makin' them one crowd
All in one motion, screamin' out loud
Together as one in every town
Slash' em on up, Luke! ["Break it on down!"]
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
The definition of a good DJ
Is one who rocks the beat so the rhymes I say,
To get the party jumpin', is how I get paid
Benefits of a hit is when I get laid
Mr. Mixx is the one to get things goin'
So the rhymes we say will always be flowin'
Maximizin' the effect of our vocals
Whether nationwide or even local
His cuts and scratches taken to the extreme
Can only be matched in another's dreams
Doin' things with his body that couldn't be done
Rockin' the masses all for fun
He's always needed after every show
The Treach DJ, the only one you should know
Step to the Mixx and get the crowd off the ground
Come on, Mr. Mixx, and ["Break it on down!"]
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
If you ask me to rap, rap for you I'll do so
I'm the type of nigga that'll break it down slow
I rhyme like an artist, such as DaVinci
Like the Mona Lisa, I'm a sight to see
This is not a tale and I'm not a character
Just a kind of MC who loves to harass ya
Out my dome, I'll start thinkin'
Get so funky 'til I start stinkin'
I don't think slow when it comes to rhymes
When times create, I shift to overdrive
Now all the competition, they're my last worries
I'll take 'em out quick, fast and in a hurry
Now I can go the distance, I can go the length
It's not the weak, because it's all in the strength
You don't know? You mean you ain't heard?
Yours truly, Marquis, can ["Break it on down!"]
[We'll make you feel the beat]
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 DJ Mr. Mixx
(Word)
[ VERSE 1: Brother Marquis ]
We get the red carpet treatment cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
Our defense is made when we take the stage
The crowd gets excited and goes in a rage
Cause we're generating and demonstrating
All of the talents that we're accumulating
And by doing this we'll go real far
Because - 2 Live is what we are
We're highly publicized and advertised
Our music's in your ear, our face in your eyes
We're good to go and goin to be good
We've done the right thing like you knew we would
Because we are here for your dancing pleasure
With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure
Now the man you see, who has hands of magic
His name is Mr. Mixx, so come on a scratch it
[ VERSE 2: Brother Marquis ]
You can call me Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother
The t-e-s-t I pass with with flying colors
I'm capable and on the case
Gettin straight to the point with no time to waste
The point is that this party needs to be rocked
Wioth drummin thumpin beats around the clock
>From odds to outspoken to opinionated
In need of a rhyme I will create it
The best is yet to come, with much much more
You got me rockin you with my rhymes galore
Now my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes won't quit
Just give me the mic and I rock it
On to the break of dawn
I will rock y'all to the early morn
Cause I'm the demonstrating, the dominating
Annihilator, brutalor, MC-hating
So all MC's must step on off
Cause I'm lettin you know who's the boss
Now Kid Ice, you know you're twice as nice
Why don't you get up on the mic and start to recite?
[ VERSE 3: Fresh Kid Ice ]
Cause they call me Kid Ice, the ladies' fire
When I enter a room, ladies fill we desire
Anytime I'm good, yes on the mic
I said the girls keep comin back every night
Cause I dress so fresh, my voice is clean
I can rock party people, yes even the Queen
In England, Germany, France and Japan
The ladies know that I'm the man
Who keep em from the kitchen just doin their dishes
Cause I have em in bed fulfillin their wishes
I got a degree in makin love
Yes I got it from my father just up above
I could take a girl from any man
With a twitch of my lips or wave of a hand
So to all you guys out there tonight
Grab your girl, hold her tight
Say treat her with respect and treat her right
Cause I might be in town for just one night
(Word)
(Do it)
(1-2-3-4-5-6 do it)
(We're here)
(We're back)
(Back)
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's 8 million stories in every city
And Americans love to watch it on TV
There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos
Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho
The haters hate it 'cause it's too hot for TV
But America rules, nasty as we wanna be
Always #1 across the land
So don't hate Jerry 'cause he's the man!
With more fight time than HBO
And even Don King should promote talk shows
It't the best thing in years to hit the TV
'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P
Players everywhere love a good talk show
'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live show
So always represent the American way:
Freedom of speech and always gettin' paid!
Chorus:
[Living in America!]
[Living in America!] (All the time, station to station)
[Living in America!] (Here to here, across the nation)
[Living in America!] (Got to have a celebration)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
The ghetto got me caught up in some talk show shhhhh
Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick
She did my main man, plus my own band
I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad
Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers
Now they fight 'cause they was doin' each other
The girl posin' nude used to be a dude
Outcasted from the family, now they startin' a feud
The man cheatin' on his wife got caught last night
'Cause the girl he was kissin' was a transvestite
Got caught on TV where it's too late to fight
Now the whole world knows about his secret life
50-year-old mom, dressed him like a hoochie
The hoodrat pulls a gat on the groupie
Too hot for TV, too much for the movies
Some lady smacked Jerry, say what? Sue me!
Chorus
Bridge:
(Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.!
Houston! And New York City! And don't forget - Cincinnatti!)
[I live in America!]
[I live in America!]
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] No matter how you feel, the stories are real
Showin' the world how Americans feel
With home-grown topics and a final thought
They even got hoochies without their bras
Of all the talk shows he's the best by far ...
{Instrumental where there should be a verse}
So set your VCR's if you got to go,
'Cause you're living in America with the Springer show!
[Marquis] At the sound of the bell that goes Aw Hell!,
Another knock down, another video sale
All problems solved, all matters scarred
A girl got knocked out her chair upside the wall
More hair-pullin', nail-bitin' and people fightin'
I love this show because it's so excitin'
The people believe what they really see
On tabloid TV, even me!
Chorus
{JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!
JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!}
[Intro]:
(Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked)
[Mr.Mixx]
Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown and talk shit in high school
when we was fuckin' around ...
'cause I couldn't fuck. But now I'mback, BITCH!
To let yo' punk ass know that I can really dick 'emdown, 'cause I'm a ..
Chorus (4x):
[Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis]
Savage in the sack, baby, I'll break ya back, baby
It's like that from the front to the back, baby
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
An original dicksmith, one of the three
Fresh Kid Ice, long dick Chinese
A savage in the morning, a savage in the sack
When it's time for sex I'll break ya fuckin'
backThere's no time for slack, so give me 'nuff respect,
And I'll dick ya down like a Trinnie roughneck!
Throbbin' that pussy like a Tonka toy
'Cause you're fuckin' with a man, not a little boy
Sho' you right. All pussy ain't good pussy.
But nuttin' don't beat that savage pussy.
You know that pussy that breathes, the snappin' pussy,
that haveya head fucked up.
You know I'm a big muthafucka;
I might lay heavy, but 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
Chorus
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
She's the baddest bitch to ever hit the matress
Very attractive, yet orally active
Beautiful but deadly; I can't let her get me
Despite all the things she does to try and tip me
Fattest (?) turd ever stinked a pair o' draws
Hot dick in a cock, smokin' head and them blue balls
The finest thing hoein', not like I ain't knowin'
Sex game strong, leave the savage alone
She'll turn a trick and suck a nigga-dick
And don't want a nigga to nut too quick
If you slip she'll catch ya, you're caught in the rapture
Don't fall in love when the pussy's thrown at ya
You're caught in the spell
Ha ha ha ha ... oh well!
Savage in the sack, fuck like hell
You have to have a strong mind to fuck with a savage,
'Cause it'll have ya head fucked up every time.
Chorus
[Outro]:
Yeah. I know y'all know who I am in here.
I'm just down here hangin'out with m' boys...
Brother Marquis, Fresh Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx.
We're players from way back.
We used to mutt out hoes togetherand everything, y' know.
But uh, my lil' thangs jumped off again forme, so I'm just hollerin' at my peoples.
Y'all brothers stay strong, and... practice what you preach.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, HA HA HA HA HAHA HA HA HA HA ...
yeah, y'all thought I was gone, didn't ya?
Yeah, I've been hangin' out since the intro, ba-by!
Flip it over. There's some mo' funky shit on the other side.
Sho' you right.
[Mr. Mixx]
(Intro from the original PSK, which slows down and switches to this track)
Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot!
Here we go now!
Uh! Give it to me!
Uh! Give it to me now!
Chorus: [Brother Marquis]
PSK, we makin' that green
Bitches always say what the hell does it mean?
P is for 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
K is for the way
Mr. Mixx be cuttin'
Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'
Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn
We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON!
Rock on ................. break it down now!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
Chillin' on the block, on the avenue
Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew
Turned around and seen this fine young lady
She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (Woo!)
I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real nice
Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice (Right.)
Told her my name was Brother Marquis
You know my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak
She said, Marquis, I know your game
Heard about the way you throw that thang
I said, yo, baby girl, I'ma tell you no lies (What?)
'Cause all I wanna do is uh, get ya high,
And uh, lay ya down and do the body rock
She said come on, and we got in the car
Took a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)
Got some gin, some juice, some coke
I tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no joke
Took me to the crib, laid me on the bed
Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head (What?)
I knew this was a rich lil' whore
She gave me $100, but I wanted some more
Uh! Bring it down now!
Chorus
One time now!
Overtown!
Liberty City!
Carol City!
Highway 5!
15th! 61st!
Yeah! Down south flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis!
Bringin' itback y'all! Break it down now!
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
All alone on a Saturday night
Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?)
My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the phone
Man, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!)
Told me 'bout a party on 1.5
I got my pistol, jumped into my ride
Got in the party with my pockets fat
Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like that (True.)
Now up in the set, who did I see?
A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??)
I put that red dot up against his head
And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead.
"A thought ran across my crazy-ass mind
The real Marquis ain't doin' no time
I looked in his face, he looked like shit
Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch!(Bring it to me!)
Chorus
Overtown!
15th y'all!
One time for 1-5-1!
In the back y'all, yeah!
Liberty City!
61st y'all!
Gettin' money y'all!
54th y'all!
Here we go now! ...
Uh! Yeah, this is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis,
PSK for the 9-5shot y'all!
Break it down!
We up out this motherfucker.
We'll give it to ya on the next shit y'all!
But until then - peace, love, and mo' pussy!
[Intro]
Astrid
Hey y'all motherfuckers out there, whassup?
You know your boys are back,
Fresh Kid Ice, Brother Marquee and Mr. Mixx.
They droppin' some new shit;
and ain't about all that bullshit y'all
been hearin' for the last two or three years,
you know what I'm sayin'?
There ain't no more motherfuckin'cheerleading goin' on, so DROP THAT SHIT!!
Chorus (2x):
Come and be my private dancer!
(3x)
I got some money if that's the answer!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
Sittin' here wonderin' who can I phone?
My bitch 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 and you on a photo
Butt-booty naked, dancin' on my solo
Bitch, you know you got me in the zone
I'm on bone, can't wait to get it on
I'll do anything for you, please let me knock it
Even put some money in your pocket
Don't overcharge or play with my heart
I got cash or a credit card
Don't make me beg for a piece of ass
All I want is a private dance!
Chorus
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Come on, bitch, let's have a party
You and me exclusively
Sex is what you're all about
And I want you to turn me out
I really wanna be with you
I get hot after seein' youEspecially when you
shake that assYou keep me goin' when you shake it fast
Come on, take me for a ride
The freaks are out and it's on tonight
Show me shots Miami style
Butterfly, then open wide
So when it's over and I'm alone
I'm lookin' for the one to take me home
I gots to know, I need an answer
Would you be my private dancer?
Chrous
Verse 3 [Brother Marquis]
What your mama gave ya shouldn't be cherished
Show me a shot, baby, don't be embarrassed
The way you move is real funky
Let me sit in that saddle and ride that donkey
I also like the major cleavage
Titties so big, yo, I can't believe it
Put 'em in my face, 'cause that's where I love 'em
She even got my name tattooed on one of 'em
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Let me fuck, you know I am
Bitch, what's my name? (Chinaman!)
So keep on dancin' and don't you stop
'Cause it ain't over 'till a nigga nut'!
So where you from, you sexy thing,
'Cause it's that time to show that thing
I gots to know, I need an answer
Come and be my private dancer!
Chorus
[Luke]
LET THE BEATINGS BEGI-I-I-I-IN!
([Excerpt from the Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The Drive-In,"
in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction)
[Woman]
"Listen all you motherfuckers!
Callin' alllll freaks!
Bull-daggers!
Pussy riders!
Shit eaters!
Dick beaters!
Fags!
Sissies!
Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!"
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
I'm a part of this, just like you
I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do
I'll ride you to your death and squeeze blood from your breast
And work you like a sex slave, you gets no rest
I can see it in your eyes, the devil's deep inside
You're a masochistic freak in disguise
Your love is your pain, and pain is your gain
You'll force the fit just to feel the strain
You worship the bed with your life
Holding sessions of confession every moonlit night
You do it so good, tasting every ounce
Until the last drop, leaving nothing out!
[Luke]
S & M!
Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M!
Let the beatings begin!
S & M!
Bring yo' momma and her friend!
S & M!
Bring all your horny friends!
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
I wear my leather in the summer to every show
With my whip around my neck, I control the hoes
My sexual fantasies must be fulfilled,
Or my tensions will increase, and then I will ill
So I pulled a little girlie, this is what I did
Jumped in the ride, took her to the crib
Rushed her in the room, sat her on the bed,
Grabbed her by the ass and she gave me head
Then I turned her over, got it from the back
The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped
Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest
She put it in the middle, then she squeezed her breasts
As I got some feeling, this is what I said:"
Baby, baby, please! Just a little more head!"
[Luke]
S & M!
Bring yo' sister and her friend!
S & M!
Bring all your hoey friends!
S & M!
Bring yo' momma and her friend!S & M!
Let the beatings begin!
[Woman]
"Piss dinkers ... overseas ... back off ... fuck off ...
make yo' dickstand or put yo' pussy in yo' hand!
You want it, we got it!"
[Mr. Mixx] cuts:
"Fuck me baby!"
"Ooh daddy, beat me!"
"Come on and eat me baby!")
[Luke]
S & M!
Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M!
Let the beatings begin!
S & M!
Bring all your horny friends!
S & M!
LET THE ORGY BEGIN!!
Luke:
LET THE BEATINGS BEGI-I-I-I-IN!
[Excerpt from the Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The
Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction]
Woman:
"Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks!
Bull-daggers! Pussy riders! Shit eaters! Dick beaters!
Fags! Sissies! Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!"
Verse 1: Brother Marquis:
I'm a part of this, just like you
I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do
I'll ride you to your death and squeeze blood from your breast
And work you like a sex slave, you gets no rest
I can see it in your eyes, the devil's deep inside
You're a masochistic freak in disguise
Your love is your pain, and pain is your gain
You'll force the fit just to feel the strain
You worship the bed with your life
Holding sessions of confession every moonlit night
You do it so good, tasting every ounce
Until the last drop, leaving nothing out!
Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend!
S & M! Bring all your horny friends!
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
I wear my leather in the summer to every show
With my whip around my neck, I control the hoes
My sexual fantasies must be fulfilled,
Or my tensions will increase, and then I will ill
So I pulled a little girlie, this is what I did
Jumped in the ride, took her to the crib
Rushed her in the room, sat her on the bed,
Grabbed her by the ass and she gave me head
Then I turned her over, got it from the back
The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped
Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest
She put it in the middle, then she squeezed her breasts
As I got some feeling, this is what I said:
"Baby, baby, please! Just a little more head!"
Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' sister and her friend!
S & M! Bring all your hoey friends!
S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
Woman:
"Piss dinkers ... overseas ... back off ... fuck off ... make yo' dick
stand or put yo' pussy in yo' hand! You want it, we got it!"
(Mixx cuts "Fuck me baby!" "Ooh daddy, beat me!"
"Come on and eat me baby!")
Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
S & M! Bring all your horny friends!
S & M! LET THE ORGY BEGIN!!
One and one, we're having some fun,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Two and two, I took of my shoes,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Three and three, she undressed me,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Four and four, we fucked on the floor,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Five and five, I put up her thights,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Six and six, the bitch sucked my dick,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Seven and seven, we went to heaven,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Eight and eight, she masturbated,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Nine and nine, she licked my ass,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Ten and ten, the bitch did it again,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.
Get off my ass, bitch
Get your face out of my ass, motherfucker
Get off my ass bitch!
GET YOUR FACE OUT MY ASS MOTHERFUCKER!!
"Haaa"
"But it hurts so good"
"Haaa"
Get laid, get FUCKED!
"Haaa"
"But it hurts so good"
(repeated 'till the end of the track)
[Intro]
"OK man, are you ready to go?"
"I'm ready to go, now c'mon now, crank this motherfucker up"
[Mr. Mixx]
YEAH, IT'S YA BOYS BACK IN THE HOUSE!
WE WANT Y'ALL TO GET Y'ASSON THE MOTHERFUCKIN' DANCE FLOOR!
[Brother Marquis]
All you raggedy-ass hoes, GET Y'ASS OUUUUT!
Chorus(2x): [Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis]
Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way
Yeaaaah
That's the way
You go girl!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
Bitch, I wanna see you shake it
Bend on over, butt-ass naked
Now pump pump pump, get it get it
I got 135 beats a minute
It's your brother, Marquis, callin' all the freaks
To show the pink and the booty-cheeks
Stick from the bottom, stick from the top
Show me a shot, lemme see what you got
Rub that ass and play with that clit
I'm still with that freaky shit
One time for the girls in Georgia,
Detroit, Michigan and Miami, Florida
That's how we make our music fast
'Cause the girls down South like to shake that ass!
They so fine, I can't take it
They gots to freak it, they gots to shake it
Chorus
Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
I love the way the girls be shakin'
Especially when they butt-ass naked
Bend on over, show me what you got
'Cause I'm down for a table-top
So work your body, strip left side
Make me smile, get buck-wild
'Cause Fresh Kid Ice got the flow
And now is the time to come get yours
Freaky shit is what I like,
Especially when them bitches dykes
So shake that ass, and bitch, don't stop
Come on, girl, just make me hot
'Cause I'm down for the 69
You better get yours 'cause I gets mine
Show what you got; bitch, stop frontin'
Drop them draws and shake a lil' somethin'!
Chorus
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
I love to see 'em in lingerie
Tattooed titties and a Boosty-A
Stacked on the back of a cutie pie
Bend over, let me see you do the butterfly
So impressin' when undressin
'You got me stressin', bitch, stop flexin'
Keep shakin' that ass at me
Pop that coochie, freak so nasty
Double up on the table top
Hit them switches now make that ass drop
Girl, get wide open
Up and down with an in-and-out motion
Them other kings, they ain't did nothin'
You wanna get freaky? Lemme kiss your belly button
You're so fine, I can't take it
You gots to freak it, you gots to shake it!
Chorus
[Mr. Mixx]
To the left...
[Brother Marquis]
Yeahhhhh! Get it get it!
[Mr. MixM]
To the right y'all!
[Brother Marquis]
C'mon now, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump ...
[Mr. Mixx]
To the front ...
[Brother Marquis]
Heyyyy! Get it, get it!
[Mr. Mixx]
To the back y'all!
Make time!
[Brother Marquis]
Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it!
Chorus
[Intro]: [Mr. Mixx]
Big booty hoes -- up wit it!
Hoochie mamas -- up wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground!
Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
I don't know my reputation
But all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
But the bitch ain't shit, so you need to make a switch
Smackin' on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Triflin' slimy, don't try me
Playin' on the phone? You supposed to be grown
Bitch, stop lyin', I ain't with it
Keep runnin' ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs home training
Ghetto-ass always complaining
Tryin to clown in front of my friends
By the way, bitch, can I get those ends?
Fuck theatrics, you ain't no actress
Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it
The bitch is full of DRAMA!!
Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma!
Chorus (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: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Hoe I love your big brown eyes
And the way you shake your thighs
Actin' like you're so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
'Cause I like them ghetto hoochies
Ones who like to pop that coochie
[Hoo wee!] Miami style!
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
'Cause freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favorite time is 69
Bitch you know it's hoochie time
Fuck what you heard and save the drama
All I want is my hoochie mama!
Chorus (4x):
[Luke]
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!]
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
Mama just don't understand Why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for I got a good girl, but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, our way, my way
Trick or freak, and I hit it on Friday
[Fresh Kid Ice]:
Girl, you know you look so cute
Ridin' 'round town in ya Dazzey Dukes
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus (4x):
[Luke]:
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie ma-ma!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
[Luke]:
BREAKDOWN!!!
(Mixx scratches: "God damn, you a trooper!)
Outro(2x): [Mr. Mixx]
You ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Yeah, she ain't nothin' but a hoochie mama!
[Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!]
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
[News reporter]:
Earlier today in Broward County,
appalling courtjudges upheld the previousruling
to ban the sale of Miami rap group the 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album,
"Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County.
[Someone else commenting]
"We think it's the banning of free speech.
First Amendment protects material, resultably."
Luke (being interviewed):
"We don't talk about, uh, harrassing and sexually brutalizing women in my music, man!"
"We don't do that in my music, man! I'm tired of you saying that!"
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying we're too nasty and we're 2 Live
Corrupted politicians playing games
Bringing us down to boost their fame
They must be joking thinking we will fall
But they're like flies movin' the wall
We stand tall from beginning to end
With the help from
["It's not the way to do it!"]
[gunshots]
["Shut up bitch!"]
["Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"]
["You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."]
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!
(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!
[Brother Marquis]
My mama and your mama was talking little shit
My mama called your mama a bulldagging ass bitch
I know your sister, and the bitch ain't shit
She slayed me and all the boys
And even sucked our dicks
Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun
Jack got mad, kicked Jill in the ass
Cause she couldn't make him cum
Mama Bear and Papa Bear went for a walk through the forest
Mama Bear asked Papa Bear could he eat her porridge
Papa Bear said 'shit bitch, you must think I'm sick
Just get down here, on your knees
And suck this bear-ass dick'
Abraham Lincoln was a good old man
He hopped out the window with his dick in his hand
Said 'excuse me ladies, I'm doing my duty
So pull down your pants and give me some boody'
[Fresh Kid Ice]
There's an old lady who lives in a shoe
Got a house full of kids don't know what to do
She sucked and fucked all the niggas around
When it's time to pay rent couldn't none be found
Little miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
With her legs gapped open wide
Up came a spider, looked up inside her
And said 'that pussy's wide'
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Fucking this cutie pie
Stuck in his thumb, made the bitch cum
Said 'hell of a nigga am I'
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall
Cause a hoe on the ave. was sucking his balls
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put that fat motherfucker back together again
[Luke]
Hey wait, I got one, did this, I got one, check this out
The two dudes, dig this, the two dudes
Two dudes dressed like nuns, right
[Brother Marquis]
Little Red Riding Hood was on her way
To grandmother's house
But before she got there she met this man
That turned her hot ass out
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Rupunzle, Rupunzle let down your hair
The dog's on my ass and getting near
The hair came loose and fell in a lake
Bitch check the weave that's in that lake
[Luke]
Bitch, get that weave out!
You dirty bitch, get that weave out!
Mix say, bitch get that weave out...
(Hey! You ruined my record, man, I just bought it!) - Cheech and Chong
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
I'm sittin' by the pool, thinkin' 'bout some women
Wishin' that we all could be swimmin'
Then the Poison Clan bought some tricks
Couldn't find Luke, Marquis or Mixx
Now I'm drinkin' champagne and eatin' hors d'ourves
Talkin' to the ladies with the sexy curves
I opened a bottle of Mo'
The phone rang Hello?
Now this is how we do it
They rushed to crib before I knew it
The Crew don't know how to ill
But everyone knows we like to chill
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
It's hot, I dropped the top to feel the breeze
Rollin' in the jeep to the APT's (apartments)
To get this girl so we could go for a ride
Rollin' down the 'ave but I can't decide
Shoud we go to the beach or just chill?
Today I lost a hundred-dollar bill, but still
I'm bankin', I can't wait to see Stacey
It's gettin' hot, so I turned on the A/C
I seen this girl in a tight-fittin' mini
She looks kinda good but she's a little skinny
So I kept on rollin'; I'm changin' my plan:
When I get Stacey, I'll check out the Ice-man!
I picked her up, she said, "Where we goin'?"
"It's a surprise; I don't want you knowin'."
"Will I like it?" "Of course you will,
'Cause you know that I know all the places to chill."
Verse 3:
[BM] I went to the door, then I knocked
When he answered, I was shocked
It looked like a party, plenty girls were there
But Stacey was with me, but I still had to stare
I went inside, and of course, you know
I grabbed some girls and a bottle of Mo'
I'm the Brother Marquis and it's time to get ill
Everybody knows that's how I chill
[FKI] About that time, I was gettin' dizzy
'Cause it was time to get busy
I told the girl what Luke said
Then rushed to the room with the waterbed
Then everyone did the same
Later that night, Ghetto came
Then everyone got a thrill
[Mr. Mixx] You know how we do it, baby, we like to chill!
( ) = Mr. Mixx's lines
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
I like getting head, 'cause it's so convenient (Huh.)
You can do it any time; you don't have to beat it!
You can get it in the car, or even in the park (Yeah!)
But most head-hunters go out after dark (True.)
There's nothing like a pretty hoe on her knees
Suckin' my D (Yeaaah.) and lickin' my B's
We don't have to take our clothes off to bust a nut
When I pull out my dick, BIIIITCH, pucker up!
And gimme some!
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Coolin' in a club on a Saturday night
Gettin' fucked up with the boys and feelin' all right (Yeah!)
When I saw this bitch who had to be a winner
And the only thing on my mind was to run up in her
So I got her kind of tipsy with some Sex On The Beach
Then the bitch got hot and she wanted to eat
So, for me to get over, took her straight to the bed (What?)
She got on her knees and gave some good hot head! (Yeah!)
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
Hot head hoes, some white some niggeroes
But I like the ones who suck toes and assholes
With tongues like razors that cut when she licks (Ooh!)
How can I fuck you with a skinless dick? (ha ha ha ha ...)
You take pride in suckin' a good dick
And after I nut, bitch, you better not spit (ha ha ha ha ...)
You're a dirt dobbler, a goop gobbler
You'll fuck Satan for the righteous dollar
So gimme some! (Gimme some!)
[Note: Brother Marquis does all the verses.]
My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...
On Monday there's Melissa, I like to be with her
I get all her money and, a-then I diss her
On Tuesday there's Sareesa, she's my homeroom teacher
She said, "After school, I would love to meet you!"
I said "Bet!" with no regret
Because a night with her was one I wouldn't forget
So then I told all my homies and they all called me phony
And said I was kickin' a bunch of that baloney
But they soon found out, and now they all believe
'Cause every Tuesday after school, me and her would leave
My seven bizzos...(2x)
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...
On Wednesday there's Wanda, who looks like Jane Fonda
She said she likes bikes, so I put her on my Honda
I took her to the park, where it was pitch dark
She done what I asked right from the start
She got naked, then my dick got erected
Before I rocked her pussy, I had to check it
But when we're in school, she tries to play it cool
'Cause she doesn't want her rich friends to know the truth
But me and her both know all the facts
She's in love with the brother from the ghetto, who is black
My seven bizzos...(2x)
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...
Yeahhh.
On Thursday there's Trina, her perfume lingers
She likes to suck my dizzo, my tizzo and my finger
On Friday there's Frances, who likes to take chances
When her husband's at work, she does me dirty dances
She's my own private skeezer, she's not a dick-teaser
She knows what I like, and that's to please her
On Saturday there's Susie, who likes my jacuzzi
She steps in naked with her bare-ass booty
She takes a drink, then her head starts to sink
She slobs on Bob while I play with the pink
My seven bizzos...(2x)
Seven days, seven ways, too much...
My seven bizzos...
On Sunday there's Connie, who fucks with slick Ronnie
She's a tricky-dick bitch who's out for his money
She's always schemin' and hot like a demon
I thought I came in her mouth, but I was only peein'
Now all these hoes belong to one player
A hard dick brother and a pussy surveyor
Now y'all ain't heard? You better go ask your mother
That your sister's being dicked by Marquis, your brother
My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven ways, too much...
My seven bizzos...
Yeahhh.
Blowfly:
"Turn over! I'ma stick it in y'ass! 'No, it's gon' hurt!'
You'll get used to it."
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Lady Godiva was a freak
She rode buttnaked to the street
By doing this a hundred years ago,
It's all right for girls to be hoes
Romeo, where's Juliet?
She's out gettin' her pussy wet
My man Samson and that bitch Delilah,
She got mad 'cause Samson tried her
All the ass was for a little head
But she played it off like she was scared
Knowing all the time she was a freak
And couldn't wait to get in the sheets
There's a freak in every demon
They even had sex in the Garden of Eden
It's the devil's work, the Lord can't save ya
We got it bad, that freaky behavior
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
To some she's shy and to others she's wild
But to her daddy she's an innocent child
Not knowing what's happening when he's away
But like a bitch in heat, she's ready to play
She fucked five niggas 'till they all got sore
Then laughed in they face, and asked for more
She does what she wants, and no one can save her
A product of society with the freaky behavior
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
Hoe, you know you're my aphrodesiac
Before you suck my dick, can you pull the skin back?
You're a dog-ass bitch doing dirty deeds
If your period's on, then fall to your knees
Bitch, you belong in a sex asylum
Every trick in the book, your dog ass has tried 'em
Blame it on your mama, 'cause it's how she raised ya
I guess that explains your freaky behavior
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
She's also wild, but only she can stand it
Fuckin' all the boys and making 'em cum in a minute
The best dick sucker that could ever be found
Who'll suck your balls, then drink the cum
Up on the 'ave, she's more than a teaser
And to the boys, our own private skeezer
You can tell her daddy, but no one can save her
She does what she wants with her freaky behavior!
FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
BM = Brother Marquis
Blowfly:
"Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-od-DAMN!! Shee-yee-YIT!! Look at the ass
on that bitch! Look at the titties!"
(Mixx scratches "Aw hit me!" and "Hold your legs up on easy.")
Verse 1
[FKI] There's only one place where we can go
To see freaky hoes doin' shows
Doin' tricks to make us holler
On a giving night, all for a dollar
Silicone breasts, all on their chests
Nothin' like others, but above the rest
They'll do anything to turn us on
Them hoes got it goin' on!!
[BM] I like big booty and big ol' titties
Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many
So come and be my private dancer
I got some money if that's the answer
I really wanna be with you;
I get hard after seeing you
How hard? 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
[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 out
Movin' their body with plenty of action
Bringin' to the men more satisfaction
Doin' what they feel to turn us out
Just work that pussy all the way out!
[BM] Shake it! Don't break it!
It took your momma nine months to make it
Bend over and spread 'em, girl
Show-w-w me those pussy pearls
Rub that ass and play with that clit
You know I like that freaky shit
Girl, you know you look so cute
Throwin' that pussy the way you do!
Chorus
Verse 3
[FKI] Poppin' that pussy's a dance for the ladies
Straight from the South, into the 90's
Freaky bitches are the ones I like
In G-strings in the middle of the night
Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages
Guards at the door, armed with gauges
As they dance and I get hot,
Keep throwin' that pussy! Don't stop!
[BM] I like the way you lick the champagne glass
It makes me wanna stick my dick in your ass
So come on, baby, and pop it quick
I fall in love when you suck my dick
Bitch, you don't know? You ain't heard?
Fuckin' with me, you're gonna get served
See, none of my bitches, they never complain
So come on, baby, and pop that thang!
Chorus
Luke:
Janet J, pop, that pus-sy!
Bu-bles, pop, that pus-sy!
Sandra P, pop, that pus-sy!
Ma-donna, pop that stinky smelly pussy, baby!
(Mixx scratches "Work this motherfucker!" "Shit, this good!" "Woo hoo!")
Chorus
Luke:
BREAKDOWN!!
[Intro]
I don't use Massengil, I use my own kinda douche powder
Y'know I mix it, I mix it myself
Y'know what I put in it? (Yeah? What?)
Alum! (Yeah!!) LSD! (ha ha!) And Kentucky Fried Chicken!
(*cheering*) I mold it together, baby!
I mold it together, honey!
Oh, that alum, lemme tell ya somethin
That alum makes it tight (right!)
LSD makes it outta sight (yeah!)
And Kentucky Fried Chicken make it finga lickin good!
[You go girl]
[Go girl!]
[You go girl]
[Go girl!]
[You go girl]
[Go girl!]
[You go girl]
[Go girl!]
[You go girl]
[Go girl!]
[You go girl]
[You go girl]
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Get on the dance floor
And move your body til ya can't no, more
Touch the ground
Cause I like the way you doo-doo brown
You make me wanna flip
Plus I love the way you shake them, hips
>From side to side
Always keepin my nature on the rise
Cause you got it goin on
And you're the only one havin fun
Watchin the niggas sweat
And how it feels when you're wet
Doin what you want til it hurts
As RuPaul say, You'd Better Work
Shake ya ass til it twirls
[You go girl]
[Go girl!]
[You go girl]
etc.
[Verb]
You know you got it goin on, honey dip, I swear
Two niggas takin care of you, and doin up ya hair
You used to look shady but ya changed ever since
Now it's all about the leather boots and sequins
Tellin niggas don't holla if ya can't get the snap
Got a diamond name plate and a neckace to match
Diamonds on ya hand, sippin on cham'
Niggas wanna holla but ya say I got a man
The bitch is so fly if they're goin' off in her, G
Now look at honey dip, push you off ?inity?
So if ya ain't got loot ya can't mack her
It's all about the hammers on the big body Acura
Or a hundred with a car fulla friends
?Say fresh hairdo? and ?Oscar de la Rinte?
Niggas get mad cause they can't lay the pipe in
Cause you wanna holla, baby, claimin that you're dykin
But in 9-4, it's show and tell
Keep doin what ya doin and go on, girl
[You go girl]
etc.
[Tell em brother!]
[Tell em brother!] [Yeahhh!]
[Tell em brother!]
[Tell em - Tell em brother!] [Yeahhh!]
[Tell em brother!]
[Tell em brother!] [Yeahhh!]
[Tell em brother!]
[Tell em brother!] [Yeahhh!]
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Here's a song for the ladies
Who work ya nerves and drive ya crazy
Keep givin it all ya got
Just shake that ass, make the niggas hot
And the way you lick them lips
I know you suck skin off a dick
Cause you're the one to rock my world
Just keep on suckin [Go Girl]
[Verb]
I know you're all about the hair, doin nails done weekly
Lookin for a nigga packin big grip, seek me
I wonder if you're singlin so we can get a-minglin
My ding-a-ling'll sure get ya ear rings jinglin
You want diamonds and pearls, but ya name ain't Prince
I bought ya that, and ya started actin shady ever since
Like I said before, it's all about show and tell
Keep doin what ya doin and go on, girl, uh
[You go girl]
etc.
(Mixx scratches "Yakety Yak")
[Brother Marquis]:
When you're told to do something by your mom and dad
Don't frown in their face or get mad
Because as long as you're livin' under their roof
You better mind your mouth, or get Dad's boot
It's the simples thing that they ask of you
Like mow the lawn and take the trash out too
But it always never seems to get done, so ...
[Luke]
Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
You better wax that kitchen flo'
Or you ain't rock 'n rollin' no mo'!
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
Ha haaa!
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Don't touch that phone when it rings
You're under restriction 'till your room is cleaned
It'll take away your spending cash
You better have it cleaned, quick and fast
Dust the furniture, have the floor waxed
It gotta be spotless from front to back
You might as well get off your butt and ...
[Mr. Mixx]
Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sightOr you don't go out Friday night
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
Don't you roll yo' eyes at me, boy!
[Brother Marquis]
This house is dirty, it's a total mess
No need to be rude, so don't get dressed
There's a lot of things that have to be done
If you don't, then you have no fun
Now pack the basket with those dirty clothes
And go to the laundromat before it closes
There's no need to pout or frown around, so ...
[Luke]
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundry-mat
And when you're finished doing that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
(Mixx scratches "Take out the papers and the trash" and "Breakdown!")
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Behind your dad's back, you roll your eyes
Always plottin' and schemin' and plannin' lies
But you're always doin' things to make him mad
Instead of doin' right for good old dad
So tell your friend you're not hangin' out
Just do as I say, 'cause I'm the man of the house
You better act like you got some sense and ...
[Mr. Mixx]
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's stiff, he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!)
What you say to me boy?
BM = Brother Marquis
FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
TO = Both of them together
Verse 1
[BM] The party people love it when we take the stand
With possessions of the mics in our hands
'Cause when we rock a party we'll rock it forever
We'll give you our best to make you dance better
The freshest rhymes you know we'll say
We'll have you all stunned and in a daze
We're qualified and certified
To rock this party, so come alive!
And we're here to be known and we're known to be
[FKI] As the Fresh Kid Ice
[BM] And the Brother Marquis
And we're together forever, lookin' out for one another
[TO] Stayin' thicker than thick than peanut butter!
[BM] But don't forget our DJ, with all the skill
Go off, Mr. Mixx -
[TO] SCRATCH AT WILL!!
(Mixx cuts "We will, we will rock you!")
Verse 2
[BM] You can analyze and study me until a break-through
A discovery will be made like the scientists do
What will be discovered and finally uncovered
Will be none other than Marquis, your brother
There will be no difficulty; all your problems will be solved
You'll become motivated, so get involved!
My introduction has a body and a conclusion
I hope you understand so there is no confusion
Just follow the directions of the daily lesson
While me, the professor, is professin'
To the simplest form I'll keep my rhymes in perspective
So, Kid Ice, take the mic and give the people some directive!
[FKI] Rhymes are something you must comprehend
And every time that I rhyme I will always ascend
Two levels, just like no man before me
My skills and talents I will prove to thee
That Kid Ice uses lyrics as believin' in rhyme
And in every rhyme, I will show you a sign
Of the times where my music is growin'
And the power of my
Ouh!
(Do you wanna have a, party)
(2 live is throwin' another, party)
(Funkin' ab shakin', party)
(Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party)
(We're going to see ya at the, party)
(Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party)
Dig this how we love to party
Dance fools all over shakin' they body
70's music to rulin' to this
Go from South Beach to San Francisco
A late night fever sex crazed land
While dance ho's to the one night stand
Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about the ride, a sixties vert
Listenin' to oldies bumpin' to sounds
Forget that shit buy the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them cus words dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin' on cars to listen them freaks
It ain't over, it's time to play
Don't stretch ya'll lets party
(Do you wanna have a, party)
(2 live is throwin' another, party)
(Funkin' ab shakin', party)
(Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party)
(We're going to see ya at the, party)
(Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party)
I put my hand up on your hip
When i dip you dip we dip
So c'mon baby just pop that p
And watch freak nasty throw 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 a ho doin' this and him
Marquis had a ho doin' her and him
China Man have them gettin' down low
My boy King B was bringin' 3 mo'
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta move somethin' to do the 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' ab shakin', party)
(Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party)
(We're going to see ya at the, party)
(Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party)
What'll know 'bout havin' a party
All up in the club they envy everybody
You make the money so spend it
Belly bumpin' benzes lookin' like millions
I'm in the back of the club gettin' blessed g-fresh
Drinkin' n' smokin' the best and nothin' less
Champagne poppin', chicken heads flockin'
The DJ's rockin', got the whole house hoppin'
Lets make this night one to remember
If you fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a real nigga
You can jump in the vert baby and ride out
How you suckin' me up, that's the high dive
Tell a bitch quick i ain't beggin' nor buyin'
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin'
I'm a good time nigga, that's what i'm all about
Get the money get the pussy, get the map, i'm out
(Do you wanna have a, party)
(2 live is throwin' another, party)
(Funkin' ab shakin', party)
(A thousand motherfuckers at the, party)
(We're going to see ya at the, party)
(Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party)
Intro: [Mr. Mixx]
YEAHHHHHHH, BA-BYYYY!!
It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one time for ya mind!
All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin!
Repeat after me, yo - Say, "Hey! We got them hoes! We got them hoes!"
[The Fellas]
Hey! We got them hoes!
We got them hoes!
[Mr. Mixx]
Yeah, say "Hey! We got them hoes! We got them hoes!"
[The Fellas]
Hey! We got them hoes!
We got them hoes!
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
When I get the hoes I let all the boys fuck 'em
Yeahhh!!
No matter what she says, she still got to suck 'em
'Cause bitches will be bitches even when I'm dead
Riiight!
And if I can't fuck, then I'll take some head
'Cause you gotta dog a hoe whenever you can
'Cause bulldaggers run game for every man
True!
To all raggedy bitches, you ain't really nothin'
'Cause when I get a hoe
I LET ALL THE BOYS FUCK 'ER!!!!!
Chorus: [Mr. Mixx]
When we get them hoes,
when we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes,
we let ALL the boys fuck 'em!
When we get them hoes,
when we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes,
we let ALL the boys fuck 'em!
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
In the fuck game there ain't no rules
Give it up smooth, put me in there cool
Yeahhhh!
'Cause it's your delight to fuck with fate
You're looking for a way to close the gate
Your sex is hard core, you're the devil's whore
Yeah!
Your mama was one so you will be nothing more
Let me dog-fuck you, bitch, throw down hard
If you don't cum for me, you won't for God!
Chorus
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
You must do it right, you freaky dyke!
If you do it wrong you get no dick tonight
No dick tonight!
Dick in your mouth and in your ass is what you love
While you're on your knees, give my homie some
Yeah!
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Bitches know what's up when I'm in command
'Cause Kid Ice is down with the next man
Riiiight!
All the groupie hoes, I'm down with 'em
'Cause at any time they'll let ALL THE BOYS FUCK 'EM!!
Chorus
[Mr. Mixx]
Yeah! When we get them hoes, we let all the boys run up in 'em, y'knahmsayin'?
Right about now we gon' let my man get loose!
Mr. Heavy Metal man and stuff ... RUN THAT SHIT, BA-BYYYYY!!
(long guitar riff)
Yeah, we outta here!
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
The Surgeon General says wear a condom
But you can catch AIDS nowadays from slobbin',
Gynecology, and urology
If I'm positive, too late for an apology
Take extreme measure for sexual pleasure
Protect your jewels; it's what you treasure
Use precaution to prevent abortion
All we need is another life lost in
The system that's designed to hold us back
Get off the heroin and the crack!
All this shit is so confusing
You can't even have a blood transfusion
For the fear of infected plasma
You won't be the first, nor the last one
Getting pussy's like death wish two
You'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 has trust
A lack of understanding, filled with lust
Where diseases are common, inflicting much pain
Gonorrhea and AIDS, too many to name
Sex is alive in both young and old
But a lack of education leaves us in the cold
There may be a cycle that we failed to mention
But people are fuckin' without protection
'Cause Jim fucks Ann, then fucks Susie
Then runs across town to go fuck Stevie
Thinking he's a player, trying to get over
But all he's doing, transmitting to another
If you've gotta fuck, don't fuck yourself
Use protection for others, if not yourself
'Cause people are fuckin', and this is true
What you don't know is who's fuckin' who
Chorus
Verse 3:
[Marquis]
Junkies use the intravenous
Then fuck each other? I can't see this
Sex and drugs, you know they don't mix
Especially when a bitch turns tricks for a fix
So be careful, 'cause that shit's out there
It's a 4-letter word that you should fear
So please choose a rubber before you choose your lover
Don't be a fool and forget, my brother!
[Kid Ice]
The 1990's, the decade of disease
It seems like we're trying to kill our own kind
By fuckin' each other with out protection
Just fuckin' ... and lack of selection
'Cause sex is alive in both young and 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: Mr. Mixx
The truth of the matter is, you gotta give yourself the benefit of the
doubt, you know what I'm sayin'? Don't just screw somebody just
because you feel you know 'em, you know? As for me, myself,
Mr. Mixx, Marquis, Luke, Kid Ice, 2 Live is outta here, you know
what I'm sayin'? Stay safe, always use a condom, you know what
I'm sayin', and everything'll be straight. Peace!
listen up y'all 'cuz this is it
forget that old dance and throw that D
lets dance
lets dance
lets dance
lets dance
lets dance
it's a brand new dance and it's comin' your way
it was started in miami by the ghetto DJs
see, some call it nasty, but that's not true
it's just an oldie dance that you can do
'cuz you need to sex your body, make your partner come alive
if you can't do that, don't even try
so, get yourself together and learn it quick
just get on the floor and throw that D
lets dance
lets dance
lets dance
lets dance
lets dance
throw that D
throw that D
throw that D
throw that D
when i went to miami, couldn't believe my eyes
this female was stoned wanted me to try
if you don't know how to do it, here's what you must do
just listen up close i'll explain to you
just jump in th air
and when you land youll mind like you just don't care
it's all in the hips, so go berserk
and let that D do the work
so while it's workin' you'd better start strokin'
to show your partner that you ain't jokin'
'cuz this ain't a dance from mother goose
better freak your body and turn it loose
'cuz when you're on the floor you don't give a shit
all you want to do is throw that D
throw that D
throw that D
throw that D
throw that D
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
I won't take a bitch to my house
Don't have to see where I'm livin', uh-uh, that's out!
If you want to splak, I know you're down like that
We can go to this place by the railroad track
It has a room with a view, just right for two
Equipped with the accessories to get you in the mood
Like bottles of champagne with gold-trim glasses
A king-size waterbed to lay your ass in
A video screen, of you and me
So don't be camera-shy; I won't let nobody see
You can lounge around in your silky nightgown
Just take off your bra and pull your panties down
'Cause I'll seduce you, whore, bust down your back door
You dog-ass bitch, get down on all fours
'Cause this is the place for head, booty and cock
You know what it's called, the Fuck Shop!
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Now bitches and sluts, I'm down with 'em
And there's a place where I get with 'em
It has a water bed 'cause the place is phat
A lion-skin rug to lay the bitch on her back
With mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls
Mirrors on the floor so I can see it all
No need for hide-and-seek, so drop them draws
And raise that ass so I'll splak it all!
So bend your ass over, I'll get it from the back
Dick ya ass down, make the pussy go smack
And with every stroke, bitch, start to yell
Ain't nothing can save you but a truth in the smell
It's a freaky place, and an all-out blast,
'Cause when you're done, you'll wash your ass
So if you're down, we'll hit the spot
You know what it's called, the Splak Shop!
Verse 3:
[BM] The Fuck Shop, the ideal place to meet
When you're cheatin' on your wife with an undercover freak
It's better than any hotel room
Just right for a secret rendezvous
So when you're on a mission, one late night
And you're looking for a spot where the price is right
You can come on in for an hour or two
But just make sure you bring a rubber with you!
[FKI] When you're with a hoe and you wanna get freaky
This is the spot when you're low on money
Pick her ass up when it's after dawn,
Jump in the ride, head to the park
No need for candle lights, panel doors will do
In case you wanna play a little peek-a-boo
So if you got a trick, head to the spot
You know what it's called, the Splak Shop!
"I know a place just down there two streets.
Baby, they'll ask you no questions and give you clean sheets!"
(gong noise)
[Luke]:WELCOME TO THE FUCK SHO-O-O-OP!
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
There's only one place where we can go
Where the price is right just to fuck a ho
It's always popular with the girls and the guys
'Cause for all my money, it's the best buy
Ten dollars, two hours is the time of the stay
It's more than enough time to slay
Each room has a bed and also a sink
So you can wash your dick after fucking the pink
But be careful of the things that you use'
Cause you can get arrested for sex abuse
So as you hit the door and the panties drop,
Whole lot of suckin' and fuckin' at the Fuck Shop!
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
Please come inside, make yourself at home
I want to fuck, 'cause my dick's on bone
You little whore behind closed doors
You would drink my cum and nothing more
Now spread your wings open for the flight
Let me fill you up with something milky and white
'Cause I'm hopin' to slay you, rough and painful
You innocent bitch, don't be shameful
Bring out the ice cubes and the hot water
This is the second half, and not the second quarter
I'll fuck you 'till you sleep; you'll sleep like a baby
And in your dreams, you'll say I'm crazy
In the Fuck Shop!
[Luke] (squeaky voice): YOU'RE IN THE FUCK SHOP, BABEEEE!I WANNA SEE YOU FREAK!!
Verse 3: [Luke]
In the Fuck Shop! That's where it's at!
In the Fuck Shop! The place to splak!
In the Fuck Shop! Where all the boys go!
In the Fuck Shop! Fuckin' all the hoes!
(gong noise)
[Luke]: THANK YOU FOR FUCKIN' AT THE FUCK SHO-O-O-OP!!
One two
We don't stop
[ VERSE 1 ]
A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other
Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother
They don't wanna get a job, or go to school
They think it's cool, but they're playin the fool
It's now 1984, five hundred years later
We're dominating both sides of the Aequator
In sports, music, and makin love
But yet we still have trouble rising above
It's said that in the later days
People shall be movin in different ways
There'll be many false prophets, devils in disguise
Performin illusions before your very eyes
Some have eyes to see, and ears to hear
But they cannot utilize them because of fear
You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart
For fame and fortune or to get a head start
But in the long run they will see
That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy
Time is running short, the world is in damnation
Refuse to follow the laws of creation
You can not all be Jesus Christ
But you still can make some sacrifice
If not for anyone for yourself
Cause you have nothin to prove to anyone else
We don't longer have a sheperd now, we're lost sheep
Have to open your eyes, you can't afford to sleep
And a major factor is jealousy
Which stops us from obtainin the unity
Come on
You don't stop
[ VERSE 2 ]
Times are hard, and people are chillin
You can't get a job, but you know you're willin
So you go down to the unemployment line
And the man throws you out on your behind
Then you find some transportation, and you go back home
And find your wife cryin on the telephone
The police called to say that your job is ill
She tried to o.d. on a bottle of pills
Now you're mad as hell, and can't take it no more
So you grab your gun and walk out the door
You find another brother and you take their check
And deep down inside you know you're riskin your neck
How do you know they don't have a knife?
But you have your gun, so then you take their life
Now your pocket is full, but can't you see
That your soul will burn in hell for eternity?
See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child
Actin wild, cause that was the stlye
But as I grew older, I learned the deal
Because my old lady told me, "Son, be for real
You have a chance to be an architect or scientist
So why do you choose to be like this?"
You have to get yourself together before it's too late
It's up to you to be a bum or someone great
We all have it in us, and that is why
They tell us lies to cover our eyes
So we are not able to see the light
And differentiate wrong from right
You see, the road to vanity is filled with flowers
You better be careful of its hypnotic powers
While the road to truth is long and full if distress
But if you make it through, you're truly the best
Come on
Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's only one way to have a good time
Fuck that pussy and make it mine
Lay the bitch on the bed, flat on her back
Hold her legs up high, make the pussy splak
You can put her in the buck by sittin' on a sink
Wrap her legs 'round you, now take this DICK!
Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
It's a position in sex that's done by the masters
It ain't the 69 or what you learned in class
It increases the intensity of a fuck
Legs up high, known as the buck
WRONG It's the way to give her more than what she wants
RIGHT It's the way to give her more than she wants
Like the doggystyle, you get all the cunt
'Cause all men try real hard to do it
WRONG To have her walk in front and we try to abuse it
RIGHT To have her walkin' funny we try to abuse it
A big stinkin' pussy can't do it all
WRONG So we try real hard to bust the walls
RIGHT So we try real hard just to bust the walls
Like THIS!!
Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!
Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice
I'll break you down and dick you long
Bust your pussy then break your backbone
I'll go between them legs that's open wide
Pushin' this dick from side to side
WRONG Straight to the ceiling, now I'm feeling the feelin'
RIGHT Legs to the ceiling, now i'm feeling the feeling
When I bust a nut, your ass'll be screamin'!!
Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!
[ ] = all the other Crew members
Verse 1: Luke
[Pretty woman] Ha haaa, walkin' down the street
[Pretty woman] Gir, girl, you look so sweet
[Pretty woman] You, you bring me down to the knees
[Pretty woman] You make me wanna beg please
[O-o-o-o-oh, pretty woman]
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
[Big hairy woman] You need to shave that stuff
[Big hairy woman] You know, I bet it's tough
[Big hairy woman] All that hair, it ain't legi-i-it
['Cause you look like Cousin I-I-I-I-It]
[Big hairy woman]
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
[Ball-headed woman] Girl, your hair won't grow
[Ball-headed woman] You got a teeny-weeny afro
[Ball-headed woman] You know, your hair could look nice
[Ball-headed woman] First you got to roll it with rice
[Ball-headed woman]
(spoken) Here, lemme get this hunk o' beans for ya,
ya know whatI'm sayin'? Ha ha! This better than Rice-a-Roni!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
[O-o-o-o-oh, ball-headed woman]
Bridge:
(Mr. Mixx) Big hairy woman, come on in ...
(Marquis) And don't forget your ball-headed friend
(Luke) Hey, pretty woman, let the boys jump in-n-n-n!
Verse 4: Mr. Mixx
[Two-timin' woman] Girl, you know you ain't right
[Two-timin' woman] You was out with my boy last night
[Two-timin' woman] That takes a load off my mind
[Two-timin' woman] Now I know the baby ain't mine
[O-o-o-o-oh, two-timin' woman]
All:
O-o-o-o-oh, pretty woman!
Intro:
(Mixx cuts:
"DROP YO' DRAWS AND OPEN YO' LEGS UP WIDE, BITCH!")
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
I've been wanting to tell you this for a while
I like your fake blue eyes and your hoey style
So let's go for a walk through the park
You can suck my dick in the dark
And just do what I ask; bitch, bend over
Let me ride your backside like dogs do each other
I know that you're with it, so don't start frontin'
I don't wanna be your man; I wanna MOVE SOMETHIN'!
(Mixx cuts:
"You might as well give up the pussy."
"Oh no!")
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Listen up, baby, you look real pretty
Let me pull up your shirt and suck your titties
Yes, pretty lady, I love you so
Since the time we met, my dick has grown
You had other men; now it's my chance
Give me some time to take off my pants
The time has come; don't be frontin'
Just drop them draws, and let's MOVE SOMETHIN'!
(Mixx cuts:
"Now what the hell do you want??"
"I want to FUCK!")
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
Let's rent a room at a fuck-motel
Then play this game called "Ring the Sleigh Bells"
Put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door
And ride this dick 'till it gets sore
Then open your legs, put 'em in the buck
'Cause that's the way I like to fuck
It's real simple; it's not really nothin'
All you have to do is MOVE SOMETHIN'!
(Mixx cuts:
"Now let's find a motel so I can see how you fuck!"
"Haaa?!"
"Big daddy...."
"Please..."
"Don't rush me, bitch!"
"Move your body to the beat"
"Haao, work on my ass, baby!!")
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
Look, baby doll, don't lie or front
You know what I need and I know what you want
Let's go to the beach, we'll lay in the sand
And I'll prove to you that I'm a real man
And the way it felt, it was real tight
It chilled my body and the feeling was right
It's all for love; it's you I've been wantin'
Just roll those hips and let's MOVE SOMETHIN'!
Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny....Ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny....Ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Me, so horny....So, so horny...Me, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Me, so horny....So, so horny... Me, so horny....
Me love you long time.
Sittin' at home watchin' Arsinio Hall, so I got my black book for a freak to call.
Picked up the telephone and dialed the seven digits.
Said yo this is Marquis baby, are you down with it?
I arrived at her house, knocked on the door.
Not having no idea of what the night had in store.
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning.
I have an appetite for love 'cause me so horny.
Oh, me so horny....Ohh, me so horny...Oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time.
Oh, me so horny....Oh, so, so horny....Oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time
Girls always ask me why I buck so much.
I say what's wrong baby doll, with being a mutt?
'Cause my nature is rising and you shouldn't be mad.
I won't tell your momma if you don't tell your dad.
I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your clothes all messed up.
Won't your momma be so mad if she knew you've just been had.
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning.
My appetite is love, 'cause me so horny.
Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny...Oh, so horny.
Me love you love time.
Oh, so horny....Oh, so, so horny....Oh, so horny.
Me love you long time
You can say I'm desperate.
Even call me perverted, but you'll say I'm a dog when I leave you lost and deserted.
I'll play witcha your heart and will show no shame.
I'll be blowin' your mind 'cuase you're lame to the game.
I'm just like that man they call Georgie Puddin' Pie.
I'll break their girls hearts and I make them cry.
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning.
I have an appetite for love 'cause me so horny.
Oh, so horny....Ohh, so, so horny....Oh, so horny.
Me love you long time
Oh, so horny....Oh, so, so horny....Oh, so horny.
Me love you long time
Ohh, so horny....Ohh, h so horny....Oh, so horny.
Ohh, so, so horny....Ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time
It's true you were alone until you met me.
I was the first to dress you up and made you sexy.
You tell your parents that we're going out.
Never to the movies, just straight to my house.
You said it yourself. You like it like I do.
Put your arms around me and squeez me too.
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning.
I have an appetite for love 'cause me so horny.
Oh, me so horny....Ohh, so so horny....Oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time
Oh, me so horny....Ohh, so so horny....Oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time.
[Intro]
Ah.. Just a minute, erm,
this is a little to controversial, and I don't think.. erm,
We are going to be up and here comes that black
Watch yourself, he is kind of smart, you know...
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
This story began five years ago
Took a funky idea and began to roll
By doing something that was never done
While getting paid, still having fun
Being explicit straight from the streets
Not forgettin' our roots to an up-tempo beat
Taking what they say just for granted
For us to give up, that's what they wanted
To do it all, we'd be taking shorts
'Cause at that time we were given no thought
To follow another; we didn't see it
We're the example for others to see
In the beginning all we had was a phone
And trust in each other was how we lived on
Word was bond, we relied on true
Faith in each other backed up by Luke
Chorus:
We are
Ghetto Style
Perched in the South
The king of the ghetto
The man, not a myth
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
The journey was long, but we fought the struggle
We paid off in the end by the bundles
In the beginning, some were against us
But we proved them wrong, and made them envious
So we kept on writing, the public kept on buying
What we were making, they took a-likin'
We found the market, hit the target
We started the fire, but it's you who sparked it
We stayed independent, and we didn't sell out
We started off with no help from the White House
The plot was perfect, though we needed a gimmick
So we thought up this dance called Throw the Dizznick
In no time at all, things started growin'
Charts were showin' that sales were soarin'
Then all the talkin', all the squawkin',
They tried to take the name, but keep Skyy-walkin'
Chorus
Verse 3: [Fresh Kid Ice]
A black thing, from beginning to end
Brothers in the business and loyal friends
Steppin' on stages, movin' as one
For the money and for the fun
No matter how it goes, how bad it seems,
When once seem down, we all come clean
[Brother Marquis]
In unity, we all stand strong
We all step together,
no man walks alone
No matter what, they can't stop us
They ain't doin' us just 'cause, when it's just us
Any circumstance we must overcome
Let's keep the dream alive, and all get some
And never mind those people with the negative vibes
And never mind the people with the evil eyes
'Cause they all flippin' somewhere out on a trip
'Cause they don't understand the man and the myth
Chorus
* send corrections to the typist
[Female voice speaking in Spanish]
Verse One: Brother Marquis
I bumped into her at the Coco Cabana
Down in Cuban town in little Havana
I asked her her name, she said Juanita
I just had to ask cuz I just had to meet her
I heard of fast girls but she's a speeder
She said she was hungry and told me to feed her
So I got an expresso and a hot burrito
You look so sweet you fine senorita
Mamalopenga, mama sita
It's a black thing baby so you know it's sweeter
Okay Juanita now I must be your guy
She said Juanita's my nickname, call me Spanish fly
[Spanish talking]
Verse Two: Fresh Kid Ice
Black girls white girls even Puerto Ricans
But the Mexicans and Cubans are all so freakin'
I like 'em in dresses with big 'ole chesses
I also like the style and the way she impresses
The fragrance of her perfume smells like roses
She's guarenteed to turn heads whenever she poses
She lives in Miami and of Latin descent
And being with her is how my time should be spent
I met her in the berries on a Friday night
Dressed in a soft silky dress colour virgin white
I said "hey pretty lady, just suck on my finger
And tonight you're the one to Mamalopenga"
[Sounds of the boys & Spanish woman engaging in relations]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's 8 million stories in every city
And Americans love to watch it on TV
There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos
Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho
The haters hate it 'cause it's too hot for TV
But America rules, nasty as we wanna be
Always #1 across the land
So don't hate Jerry 'cause he's the man!
With more fight time than HBO
And even Don King should promote talk shows
It't the best thing in years to hit the TV
'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P
Players everywhere love a good talk show
'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live show
So always represent the American way:
Freedom of speech and always gettin' paid!
Chorus:
[Living in America!]
[Living in America!] (All the time, station to station)
[Living in America!] (Here to here, across the nation)
[Living in America!] (Got to have a celebration)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
The ghetto got me caught up in some talk show shhhhh
Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick
She did my main man, plus my own band
I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad
Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers
Now they fight 'cause they was doin' each other
The girl posin' nude used to be a dude
Outcasted from the family, now they startin' a feud
The man cheatin' on his wife got caught last night
'Cause the girl he was kissin' was a transvestite
Got caught on TV where it's too late to fight
Now the whole world knows about his secret life
50-year-old mom, dressed him like a hoochie
The hoodrat pulls a gat on the groupie
Too hot for TV, too much for the movies
Some lady smacked Jerry, say what? Sue me!
Chorus
Bridge:
(Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.!
Houston! And New York City! And don't forget - Cincinnatti!)
[I live in America!]
[I live in America!]
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] No matter how you feel, the stories are real
Showin' the world how Americans feel
With home-grown topics and a final thought
They even got hoochies without their bras
Of all the talk shows he's the best by far ...
{Instrumental where there should be a verse}
So set your VCR's if you got to go,
'Cause you're living in America with the Springer show!
[Marquis] At the sound of the bell that goes Aw Hell!,
Another knock down, another video sale
All problems solved, all matters scarred
A girl got knocked out her chair upside the wall
More hair-pullin', nail-bitin' and people fightin'
I love this show because it's so excitin'
The people believe what they really see
On tabloid TV, even me!
Chorus
{JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!
JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!}
Verse 1: MC Twist and Lejuan Love
[Twist] Christmas is a day we all must share
[Lejuan] To let your fellow man know that we care
[Twist] All about the pain
[Lejuan] Each day may bring
[Both] And if we all in the hand, all the brothers can sing
Out loud,
[Lejuan] For one simple reason:
[Twist] It's time to be merry
[Both] 'Cause it's Christmas season!
Verse 2: Anquette
It's the time of year for us all to act nice
As we celebrate the day of Jesus Christ
His life was all He had to give
So people like us could have a chance to live
So come on, my brother, no need to think twice
Let's all celebrate the day of Christ!
Verse 3: 2 Live Crew
[Marquis] You better be good
[Kid Ice] You better be nice
[Both] Or Christmas will be your day of gripe
[Marquis] So do all your work and all your chores
[Both] So you can get a gift from Santa Claus
[Marquis] Ho ho ho
[Both] Through the fallin' snow
Here comes Santa, with presents galore
[Marquis] With somethin' for me
[Kid Ice] And somethin' for you
[Marquis] Best wishes from us all,
[Both] The Skyywalker crew!
{samples from "Deck the Halls"}
If you would suck my soul,
I will lick your funky emotion
Is this America?! Yeah!
Is this freedom?! No!
Is this Democracy?! No!
Is equallity?! No!
What do we want? Freedom!
Taking this shit into the effect mode
Expressing my feelings before I exploded
About the suffering passed on to a black man
By the money hungry seeking white man
Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a nigga up for the solution
There they go now taking on the little man
Fuck wit the cartel or the white
Arrest musicains for the things they say
But can't find a crime after it got sprayed
This is America in God we trust
We won just this but
A dick is in the dust
I'm streotype so I fit the description
A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin'
Police harrass me and public embarass me
They use brutallity without asking me
I'm mad cuz I was caught and reached for his license
Cops pulls the gun and cold ice
And I'm a victim of society I got societal ills
It's harder to pay bills than pop pills
They send a brother off to fight for your country
When ask for ours we get nothing
I look for work and get my feelings hurt
They got my back against the wall
And my dick is in the dirt
Lets talk about this man they call Nino Brown
The black man they call Nino brown
You know there's alot of Nino Browns in every city
In the United States of America
America had formed a Nino Brown in every city
Basicallly because we have no way out
Ah, Is that what America really wants us to think
That we have don't way out
Here's an example, You have never seen
A black man come into Miami with
pounds and pounds of marijuana pounds and pounds of cocaine
You have never seen a black man drop off
A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane
Yet it is still in our community everyday
And we're the ones going to jail for it
The system is designed to lead us to stray
So we turn to guns and drugs for our pay
It's the sign of the times
I gotta get mine all I live is a life of crime
I come up hard from the ran down ghetto
You talk your ass off but tell me what a nigga know
All I see is alot of neighborhood drama
Babies crying, I wonder where's the mama
C.O.D. got rushed to tramu
A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck
She was just a patient, What the fuck
His back's against the wall and his dick's in the dust
[ ] = the fellas
( ) = the ladies
{ } = the crowd
¦ ¦ = Luke using white accent
Luke:
If you believe in having sex, say hell yeah! {Hell yeah!}
If you believe in having sex, say hell, fuck yeah! {Hell, fuck yeah!}
When I say S, you say E, when I say X, you say sex!
S! {E!} X! {SEX!!} Let's go!!
*the beat starts here*
Do the ladies run this muthafucker? (Hell yeah!)
Do the fellas run this muthafucker? [Hell yeah!]
Do the ladies run this muthafucker? (Hell, fuck yeah!)
Do the fellas run this mutha? (Hell, fuck yeah!)
All hoes! [Suck dick!] All niggas! (Eat pussy!)
All hoes! [Drink dick!] All niggas! (Eat pussy!)
Bulldaggers! (Suck pussy!) All faggots! [Suck dick!]
Bulldaggers! (Suck pussy!) All faggots! [Drink dick!]
Now, now hold on, hold up, fellas, I wanna know ALL the fellas out there
who gon' get some pussy! Aaight? I want y'all to repeat after me.
Say "I'm gon' get some pus-sy!" [I'm gon' get some pus-sy!]
Say "I'm gon' get some pus-sy!" [I'm gon' get some pus-sy!]
Now ladies, I want y'all to repeat after me if y'all got somethin' to say to
these niggas out here, all right, ladies? Y'all ready to do this, ladies?
Say "You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!" (You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!)
"'Cause you ain't got no money!" ('Cause you ain't got no mon-ey!)
Say "You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!" (You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!)
"'Cause you ain't got no money!" ('Cause you ain't got no mon-ey!)
Oh shit! Oh shit!
These women gettin' loose on y'all fellas. But hold on,
fellas, we gon' get these women, all right,
I got somethin' for y'all to say:
"Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!"
[Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!]
Lemme hear ya say "Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!"
[Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!]
All the ladies say, "Eat, my pussy! Eat, eat, my pus-sy!"
(Eat, my pussy! Eat, eat, my pus-sy!)
All the ladies say, "Eat, this pussy! Eat, eat, this pus-sy!"
(Eat, this pussy! Eat, eat, this pus-sy!)
Okay, okay, I-I-I can't forget about my white-boy friends at the depot;
¦Fuckin' 'ey, dudes, you wanna get yer cock sucked?? Repeat after me!!¦
¦"Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!"¦
[Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!]
¦You guys, say, "Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!"¦
[Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!]
Now I know why everybody like having sex, more than they
like doin' anything else in the whole world. Okay, fellas,
I wanna know what y'all like about havin' sex.
Is it less fillin'? [No, it tastes great!]
Is it less fillin'? [No, it tastes great!]
Now ladies,
I wanna know what all y'all fine-ass ladies like about havin sex.
Aaight, ladies, y'all gon' tell me? Y'all gon' tell me?
Okay, y'all tell me.
Does it taste great? (No, it's less fillin'!)
Does it taste great? (No, it's less fillin'!)
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
*the beat stops here*
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
(Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!]
*the group gradually stops
and we hear them making comments as they leave the studio*
Intro:
Big booty hoes hop wit it!
Hoochie mamas hop wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground
I don't know ya reputation
but all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
but the bitch ain't shit, so ya need to make a switch
Smackin on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Trife and slimy, don't try me
Playin on the phone, you supposed to be grown
Bitch stop lyin, I ain't wit it
Keep runnin ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs ho trainin
Ghetto ass always complainin
Tryin ta clown in front of my friends
By the way bitch, can I get those ends?
Fuck the asterisk you ain't no actress
Lay low the mattress, let a nigga scrag it
The bitch is full of dram
Hoochie hoodrat is a ho like a mom
Chorus 1:
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!
*repeat*
Ho I love ya big brown eyes
and the way you shake your thighs
Acting like your so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One-two-light, pop that coochie
(Hoo wee!) Mommy style
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
Cos freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favourite job is 69
Bitch you know it's coochie time
Fuck what you heard and save ya drama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2: (x4)
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
Mama just don't understand
why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for
I gotta good girl but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous
Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, all way my way
Trick a freak and I hit it on Friday
Girl you know ya look so cute
Ridin round town in ya Daisy Duke
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2
Like this!
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
She ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
*repeat*
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Album: Move somethin'
Song: H-B-C
Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch, urbanspacedude@excite.com
[Luke Skyywalker]:
Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Ghetto Style like!
(Head, booty, and cock) What your sister like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) What your mama like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) Opa Locka like!
(Head, booty, and cock) Overtown like!
(Head, booty, and cock)
No ass, bitch, no backstage pass
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
You say, "No ass, bitch, no backstage pass"
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Name of this record called
(Head, booty, and cock) What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock)
No ass, bitch, no backstage pass
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
Say, "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!" You say it!
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Y'all say, "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!"
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Everybody say "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!"
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Michael J like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) Even Prince like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks)
We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too! You say it!
(We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too)
We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too! You say it!
(We don't need no music, 'cause all we wanna do,
is sing and dance and party down and play with pussy too)
Say "BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!" You say it, fellas!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) Let me hear you say,
"BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!" You say it, fellas!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) We know Oakland like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) We know Compton like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) Carolinas like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!)
Mr. Mixx:
Ghetto Style Dee-Jays!
{Don't touch that stereo!}
{Ghetto} {Bass}
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
What's up, party people, we're back again
Bringin' you the message from some of our friends
They're the funkiest crew from the heart of the city
When the amps are on, they'll take no pity
'Cause Ghetto has the style that has the girls jockin'
When you talk about the system, all you say is "Rockin'!"
Others hear the name, then scream out loud
'Cause they are known to move the crowd
When you hear the sound, they'll stop and wonder
Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder
Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high
So step off your throne; they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
So consider yourself warned; they're back on the case:
It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Style Bass!
{Ghetto} {Get up}
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition
In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition
Of any of the DJ's to rock the land
Like the ones from the city and the boys from Pac-Jam
Handsome Harry, you know the brother was strong
He ain't dared any man to get him wrong
L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play
He'll strong-arm any sucker who gets in his way
Baby Ced, Liberty City born and bred
Always known for the knowledge and sense of the head
Disco Gene, he's reunited with the team
He was gone for a while, but back in the swing of things
Amazing Chico, a king to his trade
Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row
He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow
And last but not least, marvelous J.P.,
And we can't forget Cisco - we're glad you are free
So one day to your kids you will tell the story
Of how the Ghetto Style DJ's achieved their glory!
{Ghetto} {Bass}
{Look out everybody, 'cause they're in the place,
It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Bass!}
( *Mr. Mixx cuts in Dolemite* )
(I wouldn't lie to you ... I want you to get ready to get on,
'cause I got some ol' nasty-ass shit to talk tonight!)
(Please somebody...)
(Come on girl)
(Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)
(Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)
(Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it)
(Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)
[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
I'm the only man that can rock your world
[ Brother Marquis ]
Come with me and let me
(get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)
( *Mr. Mixx cuts up* )
(Come on girl)
(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl)
[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
I've been lookin' at you for a while
With your big brown ass and a pretty smile
Every guy call you sexy but your man is weak
He can't satisfy you, baby, I'm your freak
[ Brother Marquis ]
If you want a real man the man is me
Come into my world, I'm your fantasy
'cause where you're goin' is into my world
[ both ]
Just straight up lovin, come and (get it girl)
( *Mr. Mixx cuts up* )
(Don't stop)
(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl) etc.
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[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
When you come to me all you do is ask
'cause your fulfillment is my only task
I won't mislead you or mistreat you
I'll just kiss, hug and squeeze you
[ Brother Marquis ]
When you think of me lovin's on your mind
It's written in the books that I'm one of a kind
I like makin' love seven days a week
Not like your man, I'm just a freak
[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
Your man did you wrong, now it's my turn
After all his dick, I knew you would learn
'cause there ain't another who can rock your world
[ both ]
Just open those legs and let me (get it girl)
(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl) etc.
(Don't stop)
( *Mr. Mixx cuts in* )
(Grab hold of this, baby)
(Oh no, I can't do that)
(Grab hold of this, baby)
(Oh no)
(I got a big black dick and it stays hard as a rock)
(Fifteen inches long and eight inches thick!)
(Ohhhhhhh!) (Don't get me wrong, I'll take a lil' mo) x4
(Ooh, this is some good pussy) (?Stop her with yo tongue?) x3
(Ooh, this is some good pussy)
(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl) etc.
(Please somebody)
This is something I should'nt say, but Imma say this shit any motherfuckin' way.
Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!
(Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!)
Lemme hear you say; Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martin-ez!
(Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!)
All the white guys say; Fuck Nevaro! Fuck, fuck Neva-ro!
(Fuck Nevaro! Fuck, fuck Neva-ro!)
All the fellas say; Martinez' wife, you know she sucka me dick!
(Martinez' wife, you know she sucka me dick!)
Now bring it all down!
Now make it funky!
Now all the ladies clap!
Now all the fellas say; E-eeoeo-e-e-eeoeo!
(E-eeoeo-e-e-eeoeo!)
Okay, okay, we gonna do this here like this here why it's real funky you know what I'm say'n?
When I say Martinez, you all say "suck dick", and when I say Martinez' wife y'all say "eat
pussy", allright? Y'all ready to kick it? Yo, yo, let's go!
Martin-ez!
(Suck dick!)
Martinez' wife!
(Eat pussy!)
Hahaaa!
Say fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!
(Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!)
Everybody say fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!
(Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!)
All the white guys say; Fuck Nevaro! Fuck, fuck Neva-ro!
(Fuck Nevaro! Fuck, fuck Neva-ro!)
All the brothers say; Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martin-ez!
(Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!)
Now bring it all down!
Now make it funky!
Okay, okay, check this out, we gonna do this here aight? We gonna do this here.. We gonna
check this out, check this out. I got one, I got one..
When I say M, you say A,
when I say R, you say T,
when I say I, you say N,
when I say E, you say Z!
(A!)
(T!)
(N!)
(Z!)
One more time, now!
(A!)
(T!)
(N!)
(Z!)
Now lemme hear you say;
Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!
(Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!)
Everybody say fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!
(Fuck Martinez! Fuck, fuck Martinez!)
Okay, okay, okay! Check this out! We gonna do this here, allright, we gonna do this here,
allright.. When I say "Martinez", you gonna say "Ain't shit", when I say Martinez wife, you
say "Suck dick". Allright, allright, y'all ready, y'all ready? Let's go!
Marti-nez!
(Ain't shit!)
Martinez wife!
(Suck dick!)
Who stopped that beat?
Bring it back, mick!
Now everybody say; You can't stand the base, take your dead ass home!
(If you can't stand the base, take your dead ass home!)
Lemme hear you say; You can't stand the base, take your dead ass home!
(If you can't stand the base, take your dead ass home!)
Lemme hear you say; You can't stand the base, take your crabby ass home!
(If you can't stand the base, take your crabby ass home!)
All the ladies say; You can't stand the base, take your crabby ass home!
(If you can't stand the base, take your crabby ass home!)
Blowfly:
"Turn over! I'ma stick it in y'ass! 'No, it's gon' hurt!'
You'll get used to it."
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Lady Godiva was a freak
She rode buttnaked to the street
By doing this a hundred years ago,
It's all right for girls to be hoes
Romeo, where's Juliet?
She's out gettin' her pussy wet
My man Samson and that bitch Delilah,
She got mad 'cause Samson tried her
All the ass was for a little head
But she played it off like she was scared
Knowing all the time she was a freak
And couldn't wait to get in the sheets
There's a freak in every demon
They even had sex in the Garden of Eden
It's the devil's work, the Lord can't save ya
We got it bad, that freaky behavior
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
To some she's shy and to others she's wild
But to her daddy she's an innocent child
Not knowing what's happening when he's away
But like a bitch in heat, she's ready to play
She fucked five niggas 'till they all got sore
Then laughed in they face, and asked for more
She does what she wants, and no one can save her
A product of society with the freaky behavior
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
Hoe, you know you're my aphrodesiac
Before you suck my dick, can you pull the skin back?
You're a dog-ass bitch doing dirty deeds
If your period's on, then fall to your knees
Bitch, you belong in a sex asylum
Every trick in the book, your dog ass has tried 'em
Blame it on your mama, 'cause it's how she raised ya
I guess that explains your freaky behavior
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
She's also wild, but only she can stand it
Fuckin' all the boys and making 'em cum in a minute
The best dick sucker that could ever be found
Who'll suck your balls, then drink the cum
Up on the 'ave, she's more than a teaser
And to the boys, our own private skeezer
You can tell her daddy, but no one can save her
She does what she wants with her freaky behavior!
Intro:
(Mixx cuts:
"DROP YO' DRAWS AND OPEN YO' LEGS UP WIDE, BITCH!")
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
I've been wanting to tell you this for a while
I like your fake blue eyes and your hoey style
So let's go for a walk through the park
You can suck my dick in the dark
And just do what I ask; bitch, bend over
Let me ride your backside like dogs do each other
I know that you're with it, so don't start frontin'
I don't wanna be your man; I wanna MOVE SOMETHIN'!
(Mixx cuts:
"You might as well give up the pussy."
"Oh no!")
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Listen up, baby, you look real pretty
Let me pull up your shirt and suck your titties
Yes, pretty lady, I love you so
Since the time we met, my dick has grown
You had other men; now it's my chance
Give me some time to take off my pants
The time has come; don't be frontin'
Just drop them draws, and let's MOVE SOMETHIN'!
(Mixx cuts:
"Now what the hell do you want??"
"I want to FUCK!")
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
Let's rent a room at a fuck-motel
Then play this game called "Ring the Sleigh Bells"
Put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door
And ride this dick 'till it gets sore
Then open your legs, put 'em in the buck
'Cause that's the way I like to fuck
It's real simple; it's not really nothin'
All you have to do is MOVE SOMETHIN'!
(Mixx cuts:
"Now let's find a motel so I can see how you fuck!"
"Haaa?!"
"Big daddy...."
"Please..."
"Don't rush me, bitch!"
"Move your body to the beat"
"Haao, work on my ass, baby!!")
Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
Look, baby doll, don't lie or front
You know what I need and I know what you want
Let's go to the beach, we'll lay in the sand
And I'll prove to you that I'm a real man
And the way it felt, it was real tight
It chilled my body and the feeling was right
It's all for love; it's you I've been wantin'
Just roll those hips and let's MOVE SOMETHIN'
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!
(Then do the damn thing!)
Verse 1: [Fresh Kid Ice]
I'm a bad motherfucker bringin' hoes to their knees
Fresh Kid Ice, long dick Chinese
Always on a mission 'cause I like to fuck
The way I hit the pussy is in the buck
Strokin' up and down, always takin' my time
Doin' it all till I make you mine
I rub your body with motion lotion
Lick you down like waves in the ocean
Do it till you're satisfied
Have you moan even though you're tired
I've fucked many bitches across the land
And no one slangs dick like the Chinaman
You ain't been fucked 'cause your pussy's froze
Many are called but few are chose
Bust them guts like it ain't no thing
So bitch stop frontin', let's do the damn thing!
Chorus
Verse 2: [Brother Marquis]
Bitch, do you wanna swing with me?
Sex is the best with Brother Marquis
All hoes let my record show
All my bitches come back for more
It must be the way I throw my thang
It must be the way I spit my game
Look 'em in they eye, tell a quick lie
Kiss 'em and they cry, I don't know why
Game so strong, yet so convincin'
Give me a minute, I'm up in it
Talk 'em out they draws real cool
"Bitch, give it up smooth, you know the rules!"
True love ain't so hard to find
It's right between your legs and mine
None of my bitches, they never complain
They like the way I do the damn thing!
Chorus
Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
I love it when a bitch be like pro-per
A hooche with a coochie that'll let me pop her
The "Blac Vagina Finda" Once I'm inside I must remind her
Pussy's deception, dick's a weapon
After I fuck, I'm steppin'
Damn right, ain't nothin' changed
That's the way I do my thang!
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Let me do it, like nothin' before
I don't need a friend, I need a whore
I need a bitch who'll fuck all night
Take plenty of dick, and the pussy's right
She'll keep me goin' till she gets me off
And bring me up, when I'm soft
Let's get together 'cause it ain't no thang
You and me, baby, doin' the damn thang!
Chorus
[Mr. Mixx]
Do the damn thang!
Hey, I'm doin' it, baby!
Now rub the damn thang!
Damn right, I'm rubbin' it, baby!
Kiss the damn thang!
Mmmmm-kissin'in' it, baby!
Now do the damn thang!
Then turn around, baby!
UHH! UHH! Now throw the damn thaaAANG!
Throw, throw it!
Throw, the damn thang, baby!
(2x) Chorus
Come on girl!
Do, do it! Do, the damn thang, baby! (2x)
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's a report.
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's a brand new dance and it's comin' to your town
It's done by the people who can really throw down
You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades
It's done by the brothers with the hi-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And work your body 'till it gets loose
Ladies, bend your back and also your knees
Shake your titties and let me squeeze
Then make a face like you wanna fart
Keep workin' them arms while doin' the Bart!
Verse 2
[Marquis] Jitterbugs keep pumpin'! Why you frontin'?
On the Bart, I'll keep the house jumpin'
Everybody follow me, do that dance, the B-A-R-T
Just step to the right and left
Do the Bart 'till you're out of breath
[Kid Ice] It's brand new, the dance to do
The move for the 90's and it's comin' through
Girls, shake your titties and fall to your knees
Show that ass so I can squeeze
Then make the face like you wanna fart
Work them arms while doin' the Bart!
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
It's the Bart, y'all, the brand new dance
Fellas, grab your dick; girls, shake that ass
To do this dance you must wear Nike's
Girl, you need bikinis, and no sexy nighties
To do this dance, you can't act cute
Fellas, get upon that ass like you're knockin' the boots
In! Out! Up and down!
When you're doin' the Bart, you're really gettin' down!
When you're doin' the Bart, you're gonna get wet
Right Guard can't save you, 'cause you're bound to sweat
Fat girls, we ain't forgot about you
The Bart's the dance that you can even do
First you need a tight fade, a couple black medallions,
Some skiddo pants and then start dancin'
Unlike the Hammer, unlike the Humpty,
When you're doin' the Bart, you've gotta get funky!
[Kid Ice] It's the dance of the 90s, motherfuckers act wild
Your Granny can do it, so you should try
It's not just a dance; it's a state of mind
The fellas need to hi-jump the girls' big behinds
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And work your body 'till it get loose
[Marquis] Jump up and down, but don't freak or hustle
When you're doin' the Bart, you use every muscle
Don't hurt yourself or exert yourself
You can do the Bart all by yourself
So why you sittin' there in your seat?
Just get on the floor and Bart to the beat!
Interlude
What the fuck is yo name mutha fucka…….
Long Rod…..
Fat frank……
Stiff Peter…stiff, stiff peter
I’m gonna let you guys in on a private personal part of my life, and ladies listen up…..I may just save your relationship
They took a dick from California, transplanted that mutha fucka to Washington DC and it fucked the nation….
An answer…an answer……… and my latest thrill is to bust my nuts in a bitch’s mouth
CHORUS:
That Dick Almighty …all…almighty, that Dick Almighty…..all…almighty….that dick………………almighty
Dick Almighty’s of no surprise…it’ll fuck all the bitches
All shapes and size
She’ll climb a mountain, even run the block
Just to kiss the head of this big black cock
He’ll tear the pussy open cuz its satisfaction, the bitch won’t leave its fatal attraction.
Dick so powerful she’ll kneel and pray, awaiting her time hoping soon to slay
That dick….will make a bitch cry, when fuckin a bitch that’s tight inside
That dick ….has got a spell on you, once it gets inside you’ll act a fool
That dick….will make a bitch act cute, suck my dick bitch and make it puke
Jump up on it, grab it like you want it…
If you could wear a dick…bitch, you would flaunt it
CHORUS
Bitches are the one’s thinkin dicks get soft, they fuck one time and they got off
Thinkin its slick just to ride the dick, they’ll make a nigga cum and then he’ll quit?
But not the long one…I won’t play that shit, put her ass in the buck and kill the clit
Its 15 inches long, eight inches thick…last name almighty first name is dick
That dick…is a mutha fucka, I cant be pussy whipped by a dick sucka
That dick…will drive a bitch crazy, bitches wanna fuck when your tired and lazy
That dick…sometimes costs you money, don’t be blamed for a child that’s not yours dummy.
That dick…is a greedy bitch’s dinner….I let a bitch feed before I go up in her
CHORUS
Bitches go crazy at the all night fuck, starting from the back then to the buck
Since a good dick is hard to find, I kill that pussy then fuck your mind
Bitches like the dick just claim defeat, forget the salad just eat my meat
They pay big dollars cuz they don’t dumb freaks, to spend time with the Dick the Almighty
That dick…will make ya cheat on yo man
Make you so freaky and hot in the ass
That dick…will make ya hurt yourself
When you don’t have dick you’ll finger fuck yourself
That dick….is an awful thing but you bull-dykin bitches are fuckin up the game, rubbin belly to belly and skin to skin, fuckin like hell but aint no dick going in
CHORUS
OUTRO
When a women is about to grab my private personal parts……I want her to grab my private personal parts……grab my private personal parts
This record is dedicated to all you gals who don’t appreciate us men enough…
A Hard man is good to find…..a hard man is good to find
( *Mr. Mixx cuts up* )
(Hit it)
[ VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice ]
Coolin' in Miami one summer day
Drivin down the streets along the bay
My girls' hair's blowin' in the breeze
Her skin's gettin' tanned 'cause it's 90 degrees
I took her home and met the homeboys
Before gettin' bored we'll avoid the noid
Went to Opa Locka, jumped in Luke's jet
To the Bahamas and Mixx said, "Bet"
We landed in Naussau, when walkin downtown
We met four females, all of were down
Went to the beach on Paradise Isle
We played water sports and had sex for a while
Before we knew it it was time to go
'cause the very next day we had a show
We'll let the people see that 2 Live is rulin'
(Now back to the crib where we'll be coolin')
[ VERSE 2: Brother Marquis ]
Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard
Rollin' two deep as I drop the top
Beams from the sun light up the city
As I roll through sidin', sittin real pretty
It's a hot summer day and I feel good
So I turned up some music and hit the neighborhood
Spoke to the brothers, sweatin' the ladies
I bumped into my homeboy Ice in the Mercedes
Went up on the ave. where they hustle real hard
Skeezers on the side cold jockin' our cars
Someone called my name, so I yoked it quick
And kicked it to the girlies who was all on the tip
As nightfall came I was still out there
Havin' fun on the one, carefree without a care
You say it, we can play it, I'm here for the choosin'
Marquis is chillin' hard, coolin'
[ VERSE 3: Fresh Kid Ice ]
Livin' the life of the rich and famous
We never had it so good, so who can blame us?
Here's a toast to our success
Break out the Dom 'cause we owe it to ourselves
So let's find a hideaway in the Carribean
Sail the ocean like a long-shore seaman
Goin' to the Islands to have some fun
Hit the beach and take in a little sun
[ Brother Marquis ]
Feelin' the breezes of the cool winds blowin'
On a mission, not knowin' where I'm goin'
It's a free day, and I got free time
And I'm loving every minute of this life of mine
You see, the lady I choose must like to cool
In a freak's cut bikini by the pool
[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
Havin' good times, that's what we'll be doin'
Like millionaires, stone cold coolin'
BM = Brother Marquis
FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
Intro: (sound of woman being fucked)
Verse 1
[BM] When the party's over, we can get together,
Go to my house and fuck forever,
And do whatever comes to mind
Let me stick my dick in your behind
You can pour me a glass of Dom Perignon
Then suck my dick until I cum
Soft is your body, tender is your kiss
C'mon, baby, we can do this!
[FKI] No need to act stuck-up, pretty and seditty
Got a funky disposition and you think you're witty
You're not used to people saying things like this
It's called criticism, and not a diss
I only give compliments when they are due
Now I'm gonna tell you all the truth
You claim to be a virgin, I mean the purest
I'll be gentle, baby, 'cause we can do this!
Verse 2
[BM] Love is the key to end all your woes
You'll be my bitch, not a dirty hoe
Together as one we will be
I'll be fucking you and you'll be sucking me
Then lick my ass up and down
Lick it 'till your tongue turns doo-doo brown
Don't try to be slick and give me a kiss
C'mon, baby, we can do this!
[FKI] Bitch, it's time to spend the night
Let's walk the beach in the moonlight
Holding each other like lovers do
When the pussy's wet, I'll know what to do
Makin' love, holdin' you near
Screams and moans is all I hear
Quick is your tongue, soft is your lips
Suck it, bitch, 'cause you can do this!
Verse 3
[BM] Let's get it goin' on, let's act a fool
Listen and learn while I take you to school
You say you don't fuck on the first date?
Then fuck you, bitch! I ain't gonna wait
'Cause my dick is hard and my back is strong
I'll find another bitch to get it on
'Cause now is the time so stop the bullshit
C'mon, baby, we can do this!
[FKI] As you move your body, the shit you say
Will make any man want to stay
'Cause being with you is all I ask
And fucking you will be my task
My lonely nights will be filled with fun
No more clubs and sex on the run
Just suck this dick, while here I lay
You can do this, so c'mon, babe!
(Mixx cuts "Fuck me, bitch!")
Verse 4
[BM] Bitch, you say you's gonna give me some
Now you wanna start acting dumb
You wanna play cat and mouse
When I catch you, I'ma stick my dick in your mouth
Now stop the teasin' and start the pleasin'
Just fuck me good until I skeet
Bitch, stop fakin', you need to quit it
C'mon, baby, 'cause we can do this!
[FKI] Step to me and fall to your knees
Suck this dick, put me at ease
Do something special you know I like
Smokin' head and please don't bite
Slow and easy I pull the seat back
Up and down, as I climax
Steady in motion, I quietly say
We can do this, so suck it, babe!
Woman's voice:
"I think that type of sexual activity is disgusting!"
( ) = Mixx's lines during verses
Intro: Mr. Mixx
YEAH NIGGA! 2 motherfuckin' Live is back in this raggedy motherfucker,
you know what I'm sayin'! We are the undisputed originators of this X-
rated rap game, you know what I'm sayin'! I got my man Kid Ice to my
right, I got Marquis to my left, I got Luke over her to the side, you know
what I'm sayin'? Hey, yo, man, hey, kick that shit!
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Bitches on the dick 'cause of who I am (Yeah!)
The Fresh Kid Ice, the Chinaman
Movin' from the bottom straight to the top (Fool!)
And I'm out for mine just to get one nut (Yeah.)
Splackin' every day, always wearin' the glove
A bitch must be stupid to fall in love (Ha!)
'Cause the Kid love pussy, and nothin' but the pussy (Yeah!)
So bitch, if you want to fuck with me,
Take a number (Fool!) and don't keep fronitn'
I got plenty many bitches to Move Somethin' (Yeah!)
I gots no time for silly games
Only real bitches, not sorry lames (Ha ha!)
So it's up to you, either hang on or stroll on!
(My man ain't got no time for no motherfuckin' woman!)
If that's what you want, you're shit out of luck
I'm out for the pussy 'cause a fuck is a fuck! (Fool!)
Chorus (3x): Mr. Mixx
A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA!
A fuck is a fuck, HOE!
(A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA! Yo, Marquis, kick that shit!)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
F-U-C-K-I-N-G, (Yeah!) I'm fuckin' you and you're suckin' me
Fuck relationships; motherfuck love (Ha ha!)
'Cause makin' money is all I'm thinkin' of (True!)
And when the bitches see me they start to holler,
"Marquis want some head and $500?" (Ha ha ...)
'Cause I'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 (Yeah!)
BITCH, gimme mine as I complete the story
There are plenty of bitches out in the street (Yeah.)
And you'll fuck another if you don't fuck me (True dat!)
One I go fishin', I'm on a mission (Yeah!)
And when I hook 'em, you know I overlook 'em (Ha ha!)
Had plans goin' subtle and you're shit out of luck (Yeah!)
A head for a head and a fuck for a fuck
Chorus
(A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA! Yo, Kid Ice, kick that shit!)
Verse 3:
[FKI] Bitches know what's up 'bout the one-night stand (Yeah!)
Make a nigga wait with his dick in his hand
But (True.) they wanna fuck just like we do (Right.)
So hoe, stop frontin', drop your draws, let's screw!
You wanna be a hoe, so act like one
Just open your legs and let the Ice-man cum (Ha ha ...)
Put your legs up high, straight to the buck (Yeah!)
Like I said before, a fuck is a fuck!
[BM] Some girls do and some girls don't (True.)
Some girls will and some girls won't (Yeah.)
Some girls fuck and some girls cry (Yeah.)
Some girls suck and some girls lie
Triflin' hoes, it's you I salute (Yeah!)
'Cause a bitch is gonna fuck who she wants to (True dat!)
And if you're lookin' for love, you're outta place
'Cause you'll only get a fuck and some nut in your face! (Yeah!)
Chorus
(A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA! Yo, break this shit down, my nigga!)
Luke:
Now, the example of a fuck is just a fuck. But let it be known that it's
onlya fuck. See, some of y'all niggas get caught up in ... fuckin' a woman,
and thinkin' that's your woman, when it's just a fuck. And some of y'all
ladies just get caught up with men, when they might be somebody else's
men ... that's just a fuck! So a fuck is just a fuck!
Outro: Mr. Mixx
So there you have it, you know what I'm sayin'! 2 Live is back in this
motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'! We goin' for motherfuckin'
Number five on the motherfuckin' wall, fool! We are the originators,
you know what I'm sayin'! Can't nobody fuck with us in this X-rated
rap game, and anybody that tries that fuck shit, know what's up for
real!
Chorus: KC
Do ya wanna have a party?
2 live is throwin' another party!
Buttnaked ass shakin' party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party
We're gonna see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live party
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Deep down south, we love to party
Dance floors packed, hoes shakin' they bodies
70's music still rulin' the disco
>From South Beach to San Francisco
A late night fever, a sex crazed land
Wild-ass hoes to the one night stand
Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about they ride, a 60s 'Vert
Listenin' to oldies bumpin' the sounds
Forget that shit, buy the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them cuss-words, dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin' on cars, solicitin' freaks
It ain't over, it's time to play
Don't stress ya'll, let's par-tyyy!
Chorus
Verse 2: Freak Nasty
I put my hand up on your hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
So c'mon baby, just Pop That P'
And watch Freak Nasty Throw that D, yeah
Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party
When them hoes freak everybody
Them other girls just bore me
But the 2 Live girls make Me So Horny
I had a hoe doin' S & M
Marquis had a hoe doin' her and him
Chinaman had 'em gettin' down low
And m' boy King T was bringin' three mo'
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta Move Somethin' and Do the Damn Thang
Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt
2 Live, Freak Nasty, what's up!
Chorus
Verse 3: Brother Marquis
What'll know 'bout havin' a party?
Fall up in the club, the envy of everybody
You make the money, so spend it
Baller parkin' Benz's lookin' like millions
I'm in the back of the club gettin' blessed g-fresh
Drinkin' n' smokin' the best, and nothin' less
Champagne poppin', chicken heads flockin'
The DJ's rockin', got the whole house hoppin'
Let's make this night one to remember
If you fuckin' with me, you're fuckin' with a real nigga
You can jump in the 'Vert, baby, and ride out
I'll have you suckin' me up at the hide-out
Tell a bitch quick, I ain't beggin' nor buyin'
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin'?
It's a good time nigga, that's what I'm all about
Get the money get the pussy, get the map, I'm out
Chorus
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
This story began five years ago
Took a funky idea and began to roll
By doing something that was never done
While getting paid, still having fun
Being explicit straight from the streets
Not forgettin' our roots to an up-tempo beat
Taking what they say just for granted
For us to give up, that's what they wanted
To do it all, we'd be taking shorts
'Cause at that time we were given no thought
To follow another; we didn't see it
We're the example for others to see
In the beginning all we had was a phone
And trust in each other was how we lived on
Word was bond, we relied on true
Faith in each other backed up by Luke
Chorus
[We are]
[Ghetto Style]
[Perched in the South]
[The king of the ghetto]
[The man, not a myth]
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
The journey was long, but we fought the struggle
We paid off in the end by the bundles
In the beginning, some were against us
But we proved them wrong, and made them envious
So we kept on writing, the public kept on buying
What we were making, they took a-likin'
We found the market, hit the target
We started the fire, but it's you who sparked it
We stayed independent, and we didn't sell out
We started off with no help from the White House
The plot was perfect, though we needed a gimmick
So we thought up this dance called Throw the Dizznick
In no time at all, things started growin'
Charts were showin' that sales were soarin'
Then all the talkin', all the squawkin',
They tried to take the name, but keep Skyy-walkin'
Chorus
Verse 3
[FKI] A black thing, from beginning to end
Brothers in the business and loyal friends
Steppin' on stages, movin' as one
For the money and for the fun
No matter how it goes, how bad it seems,
When once seem down, we all come clean
[BM] In unity, we all stand strong
We all step together, no man walks alone
No matter what, they can't stop us
They ain't doin' us just 'cause, when it's just us
Any circumstance we must overcome
Let's keep the dream alive, and all get some
And never mind those people with the negative vibe
And never mind the people with the evil eyes
'Cause they all flippin' somewhere out on a trip
'Cause they don't understand the man and the myth
Chorus
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