• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ride With Me (Bottom Style) (feat. Rufftown Mob) - 2 Live Crew
• You Got Larceny - 2 Live Crew
• We Want Some Pussy - 2 Live Crew
• Get Loose Now - 2 Live Crew
• Throw The 'D' - 2 Live Crew
• This Is To Luke From The Posse - 2 Live Crew
• The Real One - 2 Live Crew
• Table Dance - 2 Live Crew
• Strip Club - 2 Live Crew
• Me So Horny - 2 Live Crew
• Do Wah Diddy - 2 Live Crew
• Check it Out Y'all - 2 Live Crew
• Bulldagger Stole My Bitch - 2 Live Crew
• Boyz With Da Bass - 2 Live Crew
• Bill So Horny - 2 Live Crew
• Bad Ass Bitch - 2 Live Crew
• 2 Live is Here - 2 Live Crew
• 2 Live Blues - 2 Live Crew
• So Funky - 2 Live Crew
• Skeeta Man - 2 Live Crew
• Here I Come - 2 Live Crew
• Drop The Bomb - 2 Live Crew
• Break It On Down - 2 Live Crew
• 2 Live is What We Are... (Word) - 2 Live Crew
• Word II - 2 Live Crew
• Savage In The Sack - 2 Live Crew
• PSK '95 - 2 Live Crew
• Be My Private Dancer - 2 Live Crew
• S & M - 2 Live Crew
• P-A-N (Pussy Ass Nigga) - 2 Live Crew
• One & One - 2 Live Crew
• Shake A Lil' Somethin' - 2 Live Crew
• Hoochie Mama - 2 Live Crew
• Banned In The U.S.A. - 2 Live Crew
• Hangin' Out - 2 Live Crew
• Dirty Nursery Rhymes - 2 Live Crew
• We Like To Chill - 2 Live Crew
• Some Hot Head - 2 Live Crew
• My Seven Bizzos - 2 Live Crew
• Baby Baby Please (Just A Little More Head) - 2 Live Crew
• Pop That Pussy - 2 Live Crew
• You Go Girl - 2 Live Crew
• Yakety Yak - 2 Live Crew
• With Your Badself - 2 Live Crew
• Who's Fuckin' Who - 2 Live Crew
• When We Get Them Hoes - 2 Live Crew
• Ugly As Fuck - 2 Live Crew
• Throw That D - 2 Live Crew
• The Splak Shop - 2 Live Crew
• The Fuck Shop - 2 Live Crew

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!

[ ]=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]

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

[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

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!!