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Interpret:
2 Live Crew
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| PSK 95
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( ) = 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 cant 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, yall aint did nothin
Rockin on till the break of dawn
We gettin cold money; this time ITS 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 youre lookin real nice
Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice (Right.)
Told her my name was Brother Marquis
You know my reputation, hoe, Im just a freak
She said, Marquis, I know your game
Heard about the way you throw that thang
I said, yo, baby girl, Ima 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 aint 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 %24100, 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, yall! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin it
back yall! 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 niggas married, he cant 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 Im 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 aint doin no time
I looked in his face, he looked like shit
Siss-ass nigga aint nothin but a bitch!
(Bring it to me!)
Chorus
(Overtown! 15th yall! One time for 1-5-1! In the back yall, yeah!
Liberty City! 61st yall! Gettin money yall! 54th yall! Here we go
now! ... Uh! Yeah, this is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for the 9-5
shot yall! Break it down! We up out this motherfucker. Well give it
to ya on the next shit yall! But until then - peace, love, and mo pussy! |
Eingetragen |
09.Dec.2001 14:12:03 |
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01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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