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1. _ 2 Live Is What We Are... (Word)
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) more free lyrics |
2. _ Word II
BM = Brother Marquis FKI = Fresh Kid Ice TO = Both of them together Verse 1 [BM] The party people love it when we take the stand With possessions of the mics in our hands 'Cause when we rock a party we'll rock it forever We'll give you our best to make you dance better The freshest rhymes you know we'll say We'll have you all stunned and in a daze We're qualified and certified To rock this party, so come alive! And we're here to be known and we're known to be [FKI] As the Fresh Kid Ice [BM] And the Brother Marquis And we're together forever, lookin' out for one another [TO] Stayin' thicker than thick than peanut butter! [BM] But don't forget our DJ, with all the skill Go off, Mr. Mixx - [TO] SCRATCH AT WILL!! (Mixx cuts "We will, we will rock you!") Verse 2 [BM] You can analyze and study me until a break-through A discovery will be made like the scientists do What will be discovered and finally uncovered Will be none other than Marquis, your brother There will be no difficulty; all your problems will be solved You'll become motivated, so get involved! My introduction has a body and a conclusion I hope you understand so there is no confusion Just follow the directions of the daily lesson While me, the professor, is professin' To the simplest form I'll keep my rhymes in perspective So, Kid Ice, take the mic and give the people some directive! [FKI] Rhymes are something you must comprehend And every time that I rhyme I will always ascend Two levels, just like no man before me My skills and talents I will prove to thee That Kid Ice uses lyrics as believin' in rhyme And in every rhyme, I will show you a sign Of the times where my music is growin' And the power of my fans will be showin' In everything that I say and everything that I do And to the people, I'll always be true So step off the stage, give us the mike So we can rock the people the way you would like [TO] 'Cause we're the two MC's with all the skill We're down by law, and we know the deal There's only one thing we do, and we do it right And that's rockin' party people with these here mics! more free lyrics |
3. _ Banned In The U.S.A.
[Government of the people] [For the people] [By the people] News reporter: Earlier today in Broward County, appalling court judges upheld the previous ruling to ban the sale of Miami rap group the 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County. "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 fans and all our friends Freedom of speech will never die For us to help, our ancestors died Don't keep thinking that we will quit We'll always stand and never sit We're 2 live, 2 black, 2 strong Doing the right thing, and not the wrong So listen up, y'all, to what we say We won't be banned in the U.S.A.! Reporter: "Luke's concerts are for adults" Luke (being interviewed): "If it's an adult show you have to be 18" "Our record is a year old, but with all the publicity, there's a lot of people ... curiosity is around!" "We're selling records to a totally different audience." "I take a precaution that nobody else has not stickered my album, I made TWO versions" Verse 2: Brother Marquis The First Amendment gave us freedom of speech So what you sayin'? It didn't include me? I like to party and have a good time There's nothin' but pleasure written in our rhyme I know you don't think we'll ever quit We've got some people on our side who won't take your lip We're gonna do all the things we wanna do You can't stand to see a brother get as rich as you This is the 90s and we're conin' on strong Sayin' things and doin' things that you're sayin's wrong Wisen up, 'cause on Election Day, We'll see who's banned in the U.S.A.! [The United States of America] [Government of the people] [The United States of America] [For the people] [The United States of America] [By the people] [By the people] Luke (being interviewed): "The show in Hollywood, that was for 21-and-over people, they had police out there, cars of the people coming in the club, and they still arrested us for performing in front of adults!" Luke's speech: What is this?? Is this not America? This is not China! This is not Russia! This is not the place where they brought down the wall, this is America! We have the right to say what we want to say, we have the right to do what we want to do, and what I do in my house, you might not do in your house! So what I do in my house is my business! And the simple fact of it all is that we are BONDED by the First Amendment! We have the freedom of EXPRESSION! We have the freedom of CHOICE! And you, Chinese, black, green, purple, Jew, YOU have the right to listen to whoever you want to, and even the 2 Live Crew! So all you right-wingers, left- wingers, bigots, Communists, there IS a place for you in this world! Because this is the land of the FREE, the home of the BRAVE! And 2 Live is what we are! more free lyrics |
4. _ We Like To Chill
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! more free lyrics |
5. _ Strip Club
Luke (in front of an audience): As you know, we are now in the strip club, in ... Magic City. {beeper goes off} Ohh - somebody's beeper goin' - yo, oh hey hey hey, hold on. Yeah, that's the one by me, yo. Yeah. {the beat starts} They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight. I ain't seen all o' y'all comin' in the strip club, lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew, Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, uhh, Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice. You know we at Magic City Lounge, ladies and gentlemen; if y'all don't know where it's located, it's in Atlanta. Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice The strip club is the place to hang Just watchin' all the bitches just throwin' that thang In a smoke-filled room, filled with noise On a special night just for the boys I'll be sittin' at a table, just sippin' on a drink, While the bitch is on stage, showin' the pink Oh, what a sight to see! It looked like the pussy just winked at me They'll do anything for a tip Like table-top dance, or even grab your dick With my money in hand, lookin' for fun Look out, man, 'cause here she comes! Luke: Hey, hey, hey, hey, y'all wanna get them four girls over there? Them four FINE mu'fuckers, the one over there makin' her pussy jump and shit? Two pussies in one? Aaight. Y'all - y'all repeat after me ... Bring that pussy over here, heeeere! [Bring that pussy over here, heeeere!] Verse 2: Brother Marquis Chillin' late night, I was drunk as fuck A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club Gave a bitch five for a table-top dance She took off her g-string and shook her ass Baby, all that? You got to work harder! Do some backflips to make me harder! So I called the waitress, gimme a drink! And by that time, a nigga start' to think If that bitch in here swallows bottle tops, I know she could make me hard as a rock So shake ya booty, girl, smack the devil and raise the flag And let Marquis bless and watch that ass! Luke: Damn, Mixx, get yo' face out that pussy! Hey, Marquis, what you doin', man? You not supposed to be doin' that! Know you got pussy like that there! Hold on, hold on, man, hold on, we got - y'all really with us now, okay, let's say it! Bring that pussy over here, heeeere! Fellas say it! [Bring that pussy over here, heeeere!] Ohh shiit!! Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice She danced on the table, I poured with sweat Put my hand in my pocket, pulled out a bet She laid on the table, then opened her thighs - No hairs on the pussy, which made my dick rise She went crazy, and I got loose Gave her a 20 and the pussy juiced It's the boys' night out, and we're lookin' for fun Look out, man, 'cause here she comes! Luke: Hold on, hold on, hold on, Chris, you gave her a 20? You buyin' pussy, man. That's against the law. You know we got locked up one time already. Hey, hey, hey, don't buy no pussy. Okay, fellas, y'all ready to get some new hoes? Let's go! Everybody say Bring that pussy over here, heeeere! [Bring that pussy over here, heeeere!] Leeme hear ya say bring that pussy over here, heeeere! [Bring that pussy over here, heeeere!] Now that we done got all the pussy, now y'all know, we gotta take some of these hoes home, 'cause uh, this hotel gets a little lonely, and we needs to fuck! more free lyrics |
6. _ P-A-N (Pussy Ass Nigga)
Verse 1: Brother Marquis You tried to play hard, but we pulled your cord You're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny You're so blind you can't see that you're really playin' dummy Gucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chrome Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own You're soft, and you know that we know it You try to hide it, but can't help but show it Now the trues and vogues pull the hoes with nice figures But on the 'ave, you're a pussy-ass nigga! Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice Pussy-ass nigga with pistol in hand Comin' out of my room to the next man It's a problem you had since you were a child Always tryin' to be down but actin' stupid and wild I remember way back just to be exact We laughed at your ass when you got jacked So, fuck-ass nigga, here's something to remember: No matter what you try, you're a pussy-ass nigga! Verse 3 [Kid Ice] You fix up your hoes like you fix your cars Give 'em rag-top heads, make 'em project stars You buy 'em Gucci bags, even Louie Baton Spendin' all your money just to get some [Marquis] And when you go out of town and stand on stage Gettin' jerked by the man instead of paid Now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger, Now rest in peace, pussy-ass nigga! more free lyrics |
7. _ Man, Not A Myth
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice This story began five years ago Took a funky idea and began to roll By doing something that was never done While getting paid, still having fun Being explicit straight from the streets Not forgettin' our roots to an up-tempo beat Taking what they say just for granted For us to give up, that's what they wanted To do it all, we'd be taking shorts 'Cause at that time we were given no thought To follow another; we didn't see it We're the example for others to see In the beginning all we had was a phone And trust in each other was how we lived on Word was bond, we relied on true Faith in each other backed up by Luke Chorus [We are] [Ghetto Style] [Perched in the South] [The king of the ghetto] [The man, not a myth] Verse 2: Brother Marquis The journey was long, but we fought the struggle We paid off in the end by the bundles In the beginning, some were against us But we proved them wrong, and made them envious So we kept on writing, the public kept on buying What we were making, they took a-likin' We found the market, hit the target We started the fire, but it's you who sparked it We stayed independent, and we didn't sell out We started off with no help from the White House The plot was perfect, though we needed a gimmick So we thought up this dance called Throw the Dizznick In no time at all, things started growin' Charts were showin' that sales were soarin' Then all the talkin', all the squawkin', They tried to take the name, but keep Skyy-walkin' Chorus Verse 3 [FKI] A black thing, from beginning to end Brothers in the business and loyal friends Steppin' on stages, movin' as one For the money and for the fun No matter how it goes, how bad it seems, When once seem down, we all come clean [BM] In unity, we all stand strong We all step together, no man walks alone No matter what, they can't stop us They ain't doin' us just 'cause, when it's just us Any circumstance we must overcome Let's keep the dream alive, and all get some And never mind those people with the negative vibe And never mind the people with the evil eyes 'Cause they all flippin' somewhere out on a trip 'Cause they don't understand the man and the myth Chorus more free lyrics |
8. _ The Real One
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 (I'magine this) Hundred-g Lex on your wrist (I'magine this) About 10 karats on your fist (I'magine 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 more free lyrics |
9. _ Pretty Woman
[ ] = all the other Crew members Verse 1: Luke [Pretty woman] Ha haaa, walkin' down the street [Pretty woman] Gir, girl, you look so sweet [Pretty woman] You, you bring me down to the knees [Pretty woman] You make me wanna beg please [O-o-o-o-oh, pretty woman] Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice [Big hairy woman] You need to shave that stuff [Big hairy woman] You know, I bet it's tough [Big hairy woman] All that hair, it ain't legi-i-it ['Cause you look like Cousin I-I-I-I-It] [Big hairy woman] Verse 3: Brother Marquis [Ball-headed woman] Girl, your hair won't grow [Ball-headed woman] You got a teeny-weeny afro [Ball-headed woman] You know, your hair could look nice [Ball-headed woman] First you got to roll it with rice [Ball-headed woman] (spoken) Here, lemme get this hunk o' beans for ya, ya know whatI'm sayin'? Ha ha! This better than Rice-a-Roni! Ha ha ha ha ha! [O-o-o-o-oh, ball-headed woman] Bridge: (Mr. Mixx) Big hairy woman, come on in ... (Marquis) And don't forget your ball-headed friend (Luke) Hey, pretty woman, let the boys jump in-n-n-n! Verse 4: Mr. Mixx [Two-timin' woman] Girl, you know you ain't right [Two-timin' woman] You was out with my boy last night [Two-timin' woman] That takes a load off my mind [Two-timin' woman] Now I know the baby ain't mine [O-o-o-o-oh, two-timin' woman] All: O-o-o-o-oh, pretty woman! more free lyrics |
10. _ Bad Ass Bitch
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!") more free lyrics |
11. _ Drop The Bomb
2x: {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!!} more free lyrics |
12. _ Yakety Yak
(Mixx scratches "Yakety Yak") Brother Marquis: When you're told to do something by your mom and dad Don't frown in their face or get mad Because as long as you're livin' under their roof You better mind your mouth, or get Dad's boot It's the simples thing that they ask of you Like mow the lawn and take the trash out too But it always never seems to get done, so ... Luke: Take out the papers and the trash Or you don't get no spendin' cash You better wax that kitchen flo' Or you ain't rock 'n rollin' no mo'! Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!) Ha haaa! Fresh Kid Ice: Don't touch that phone when it rings You're under restriction 'till your room is cleaned It'll take away your spending cash You better have it cleaned, quick and fast Dust the furniture, have the floor waxed It gotta be spotless from front to back You might as well get off your butt and ... Mr. Mixx: Just finish cleanin' up your room Let's see that dust fly with that broom Get all that garbage out of sight Or you don't go out Friday night Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!) Don't you roll yo' eyes at me, boy! Brother Marquis: This house is dirty, it's a total mess No need to be rude, so don't get dressed There's a lot of things that have to be done If you don't, then you have no fun Now pack the basket with those dirty clothes And go to the laundromat before it closes There's no need to pout or frown around, so ... Luke: You just put on your coat and hat And walk yourself to the laundry-mat And when you're finished doing that Bring in the dog and put out the cat Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!) (Mixx scratches "Take out the papers and the trash" and "Breakdown!") Fresh Kid Ice: Behind your dad's back, you roll your eyes Always plottin' and schemin' and plannin' lies But you're always doin' things to make him mad Instead of doin' right for good old dad So tell your friend you're not hangin' out Just do as I say, 'cause I'm the man of the house You better act like you got some sense and ... Mr. Mixx: Don't you give me no dirty looks Your father's stiff, he knows what cooks Just tell your hoodlum friend outside You ain't got time to take a ride Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!) What you say to me boy? more free lyrics |
13. _ Bill So Horny
[ ] = sampled words [What'll we get for ten dollars?] [Every t'ing you want.] [Everything?] [Every t'ing] BILL: Monica? MONICA: Yes, Bill? B: Monica, what would you do for a job here at the White House? M: I'd do anything, Bill. B: Really? M: Mm-hm. B: Well, do you swallow? M: I sure do, Bill. B: You do? M: Mm-hm. B: Well, what would you do with this cigar? M: 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' ... Come on 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 so good, girl ... I'm gonna have to take you to the next Democratic Convention ... so you can hook up all the fellas ... this'll be good for some vogues ... I can't believe this ... ohhh God ... Breakdown: (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 more free lyrics |
14. _ Psk '95
( ) = 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' it back 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 9-5 shot 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! more free lyrics |
15. _ Living In America
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!!} more free lyrics |
16. _ Ghetto Bass II
Mr. Mixx: Ghetto Style Dee-Jays! {Don't touch that stereo!} {Ghetto} {Bass} Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin' you the message from some of our friends They're the funkiest crew from the heart of the city When the amps are on, they'll take no pity 'Cause Ghetto has the style that has the girls jockin' When you talk about the system, all you say is "Rockin'!" Others hear the name, then scream out loud 'Cause they are known to move the crowd When you hear the sound, they'll stop and wonder Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step off your throne; they're on the loose The DJ's from Miami with all the juice So consider yourself warned; they're back on the case: It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Style Bass! {Ghetto} {Get up} Verse 2: Brother Marquis To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition Of any of the DJ's to rock the land Like the ones from the city and the boys from Pac-Jam Handsome Harry, you know the brother was strong He ain't dared any man to get him wrong L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play He'll strong-arm any sucker who gets in his way Baby Ced, Liberty City born and bred Always known for the knowledge and sense of the head Disco Gene, he's reunited with the team He was gone for a while, but back in the swing of things Amazing Chico, a king to his trade Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow And last but not least, marvelous J.P., And we can't forget Cisco - we're glad you are free So one day to your kids you will tell the story Of how the Ghetto Style DJ's achieved their glory! {Ghetto} {Bass} {Look out everybody, 'cause they're in the place, It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Bass!} more free lyrics |
17. _ You Got Larceny
[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 more free lyrics |
18. _ Do The Bart
News Reporter: Well, it seems they're in the news again. The 2 Live Crew has started a dance craze that has basically taken the nation by storm! Here's a report. Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice There's a brand new dance and it's comin' to your town It's done by the people who can really throw down You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades It's done by the brothers with the hi-top fades It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild It's done by all, man or child Keep shakin' your head, like a goose And work your body 'till it gets loose Ladies, bend your back and also your knees Shake your titties and let me squeeze Then make a face like you wanna fart Keep workin' them arms while doin' the Bart! Verse 2 [Marquis] Jitterbugs keep pumpin'! Why you frontin'? On the Bart, I'll keep the house jumpin' Everybody follow me, do that dance, the B-A-R-T Just step to the right and left Do the Bart 'till you're out of breath [Kid Ice] It's brand new, the dance to do The move for the 90's and it's comin' through Girls, shake your titties and fall to your knees Show that ass so I can squeeze Then make the face like you wanna fart Work them arms while doin' the Bart! Verse 3: Brother Marquis It's the Bart, y'all, the brand new dance Fellas, grab your dick; girls, shake that ass To do this dance you must wear Nike's Girl, you need bikinis, and no sexy nighties To do this dance, you can't act cute Fellas, get upon that ass like you're knockin' the boots In! Out! Up and down! When you're doin' the Bart, you're really gettin' down! When you're doin' the Bart, you're gonna get wet Right Guard can't save you, 'cause you're bound to sweat Fat girls, we ain't forgot about you The Bart's the dance that you can even do First you need a tight fade, a couple black medallions, Some skiddo pants and then start dancin' Unlike the Hammer, unlike the Humpty, When you're doin' the Bart, you've gotta get funky! [Kid Ice] It's the dance of the 90s, motherfuckers act wild Your Granny can do it, so you should try It's not just a dance; it's a state of mind The fellas need to hi-jump the girls' big behinds Keep shakin' your head, like a goose And work your body 'till it get loose [Marquis] Jump up and down, but don't freak or hustle When you're doin' the Bart, you use every muscle Don't hurt yourself or exert yourself You can do the Bart all by yourself So why you sittin' there in your seat? Just get on the floor and Bart to the beat! more free lyrics |
19. _ Break It On Down
["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] more free lyrics |
20. _ The Splak Shop
Verse 1: Brother Marquis I won't take a bitch to my house Don't have to see where I'm livin', uh-uh, that's out! If you want to splak, I know you're down like that We can go to this place by the railroad track It has a room with a view, just right for two Equipped with the accessories to get you in the mood Like bottles of champagne with gold-trim glasses A king-size waterbed to lay your ass in A video screen, of you and me So don't be camera-shy; I won't let nobody see You can lounge around in your silky nightgown Just take off your bra and pull your panties down 'Cause I'll seduce you, whore, bust down your back door You dog-ass bitch, get down on all fours 'Cause this is the place for head, booty and cock You know what it's called, the Fuck Shop! Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice Now bitches and sluts, I'm down with 'em And there's a place where I get with 'em It has a water bed 'cause the place is phat A lion-skin rug to lay the bitch on her back With mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls Mirrors on the floor so I can see it all No need for hide-and-seek, so drop them draws And raise that ass so I'll splak it all! So bend your ass over, I'll get it from the back Dick ya ass down, make the pussy go smack And with every stroke, bitch, start to yell Ain't nothing can save you but a truth in the smell It's a freaky place, and an all-out blast, 'Cause when you're done, you'll wash your ass So if you're down, we'll hit the spot You know what it's called, the Splak Shop! Verse 3: [BM] The Fuck Shop, the ideal place to meet When you're cheatin' on your wife with an undercover freak It's better than any hotel room Just right for a secret rendezvous So when you're on a mission, one late night And you're looking for a spot where the price is right You can come on in for an hour or two But just make sure you bring a rubber with you! [FKI] When you're with a hoe and you wanna get freaky This is the spot when you're low on money Pick her ass up when it's after dawn, Jump in the ride, head to the park No need for candle lights, panel doors will do In case you wanna play a little peek-a-boo So if you got a trick, head to the spot You know what it's called, the Splak Shop! more free lyrics |
21. _ Get Loose Now
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 more free lyrics |
22. _ Boys With Da Bass
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!") more free lyrics |
23. _ 2 Live Is Here
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 more free lyrics |
24. _ Feel Alright Y'all
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice Feelin' all right on a party night Good times are in store, everybody get hype Motivation of your body is what we do best With lyrics so def it's above the rest New Jack's tryin' to change, but you're lame to the game Frontin' like your're hard, with a fake gold chain Tryin' to rock the mike, but we're on the ball We make the people say ... Chorus (2x): Luke Feel all right y'all!! Feel like dynamite!! Verse 2: Brother Marquis They're doggin' my mood, but that's all right Let me discuss and make a fuss with the use of the mike So as I step to the podium and cause pandemonium With crowds of people, rockin' auditoriums Screamin', yellin', swayin' while I'm sayin' My verbal expression while the music is playin' This is for all of y'all, I hope you like This is designed to make you feel all right! Chorus Verse 3 [BM] You try to out-recite me, but that's not likely I can tell whether or not if you hate or if you like me 'Cause above all I arise, so don't you be surprised When I get recognition from the public eye [FKI] And I'll do all the things that the people like Kid Ice will excite you when he's on the mike It's time to act ill and get on the ball Everybody in the place scream out and say ... Chorus more free lyrics |
25. _ Revelation
One two We don't stop Huh [ VERSE 1 ] A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother They don't wanna get a job, or go to school They think it's cool, but they're playin the fool It's now 1984, five hundred years later We're dominating both sides of the Aequator In sports, music, and makin love But yet we still have trouble rising above It's said that in the later days People shall be movin in different ways There'll be many false prophets, devils in disguise Performin illusions before your very eyes Some have eyes to see, and ears to hear But they cannot utilize them because of fear You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart For fame and fortune or to get a head start But in the long run they will see That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy Time is running short, the world is in damnation Refuse to follow the laws of creation You can not all be Jesus Christ But you still can make some sacrifice If not for anyone for yourself Cause you have nothin to prove to anyone else We don't longer have a sheperd now, we're lost sheep Have to open your eyes, you can't afford to sleep And a major factor is jealousy Which stops us from obtainin the unity Come on You don't stop [ VERSE 2 ] Times are hard, and people are chillin You can't get a job, but you know you're willin So you go down to the unemployment line And the man throws you out on your behind Then you find some transportation, and you go back home And find your wife cryin on the telephone The police called to say that your job is ill She tried to o.d. on a bottle of pills Now you're mad as hell, and can't take it no more So you grab your gun and walk out the door You find another brother and you take their check And deep down inside you know you're riskin your neck How do you know they don't have a knife? But you have your gun, so then you take their life Now your pocket is full, but can't you see That your soul will burn in hell for eternity? See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child Actin wild, cause that was the stlye But as I grew older, I learned the deal Because my old lady told me, "Son, be for real You have a chance to be an architect or scientist So why do you choose to be like this?" You have to get yourself together before it's too late It's up to you to be a bum or someone great We all have it in us, and that is why They tell us lies to cover our eyes So we are not able to see the light And differentiate wrong from right You see, the road to vanity is filled with flowers You better be careful of its hypnotic powers While the road to truth is long and full if distress But if you make it through, you're truly the best Come on more free lyrics |
26. _ Hangin' Out
["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! more free lyrics |
27. _ Ugly As Fuck
(Blowfly excerpt) "Are you looking for some good stuff? Get a ugly chick. Ugly chicks can screw. They have to screw, 'cause they ain't got nothin' else goin' for they ass! When a nigga goin' for a ugly chick? She gotta get up off her ass!..." Chorus: (Mixx cuts and scratches "Get a ugly chick" and "Ugly chicks can screw." Verse 1: Brother Marquis Looking at my Rolex, it's 12:00 And my dick ... is hard as a rock My beeper ain't went off all day I guess all my bitches went out to play Fuck 'em, 'cause I ain't sweatin' 'em either Hoes is jockin' me? I don't need 'em! There's no time to waste chasin' a pretty face Bitches won't have me in a rat race They're very bourgeois and so seditty When you ask 'em for some pussy, they get shitty So I turn to the bitches who are not attractive I'm like them; they're sexually active All they want is a one night stand, Some dick, and no commitment to a man Never seen in public with an undesirable, But they come clean like old reliable Chorus Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice It's late at night and I'm ready to dip 'Cause I'm kind of drunk, with an ugly bitch Big titties, big ass and kind of stacked 6'2" and she's also fat Rollin' 'round the club like a bitch in heat But at four in the morning, she couldn't be beat A plate of chicken wings and a stack of fries Trying to see who's looking from the corner of my eyes On my P's and Q's, and aware of my shit The coast was clear, and I'm ready to dip She wanna go to my crib, but here's the trick >From the club we hit the Motel 6 Riding with no tints, so hoe, keep low Trying to play it off so the boys won't know She wanted to be seen but was out of luck The pussy was good, but she was ugly as fuck Chorus Verse 3 Marquis: Haulin' ass, trying to hurry up and get there 'Cause I can't be seen with this bitch here It's bad enough that I'm rankin' myself But I can't be ranked by no one else U-G-L-Y, bitch, you ain't got no alibi So don't you roll down no windows or open no doors, Jump your ass in the back and get on the floor! Kid Ice: She's ugly as fuck and you wanna know why She couldn't be worse if the bitch had died Be my girl, hoe! It ain't all that! Got weave in your hair, not neat, and fat Guess I'm understanding you're just a fuck I'm out for the pussy and just one nut I'll call you next time when I'm out of luck No offense, baby, you're just ugly as fuck! Chorus (Mixx cuts "One out of three niggas is ugly" and "Cue numer three!) more free lyrics |
28. _ I Can't Go For That
Chorus: (Mixx scratches "I can't go for that" and "nooo") Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice Have you ever met a girl who dressed real fly And wanted all the things that your money could buy? She wanted gold chains, a brand new Louie You gotta spend money to get that coochie She'll find a man who thought he was raw Then leave him heartbroken when his money was no more She'll get any man and treat him nice Now she wanted me, the Fresh Kid Ice But I knew her game, and that's a fact I'm sorry to say that ... Chorus Verse 2: Brother Marquis You're taking my kindness for a weakness I find out your game with the quickness I'm streetwise; I can see no good 'Cause that's the law in my neighborhood You think that you're slick, and you can get over But not on me, Marquis, your brother When I first met you, you seemed to be different Now you're askin' me for money? I ain't with it! You don't love me, so stop lyin' Don't try to run a guilt-trip down by cryin' Chorus Verse 3 [FKI] Women these days aren't realistic They'll drive a man crazy 'cause they're materialistic Always wantin' things we can't afford And when we say no, they pretend to be bored [BM] You can't fool me or see through me There's something about you that just gets to me You're scummin, and bummin', I hate to see you come and Want to get in my pockets? You gets nothin'! "Baby, don't trip me," what's up with that? I ain't no sucka, I can't go for that! Chorus more free lyrics |
29. _ One And One
(Only Luke performs this track) * = "In the bedroom all day and all of the night" One and one were having some fun * Two and Two, I took off my shoes * Three and Three, she undressed me * Four and Four, we fucked on the floor * Five and Five, I put up her thighs * Six and Six, the bitch sucked my dick * Seven and Seven, we went to heaven * Eight and Eight, she masturbated * Nine and Nine, she licked my ass * Ten and Ten, the bitch did it again * Get off my ass bitch! GET YOUR FACE OUT MY ASS MOTHERFUCKER!! ["Haaa"] ["But it hurts so good"] ["Haaa"] Get laid, get FUCKED! ["Haaa"] ["But it hurts so good"] (repeated 'till the end of the track) more free lyrics |
30. _ So Funky
[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 junky Mentally 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! more free lyrics |
31. _ It's Christmas
Verse 1: MC Twist and Lejuan Love [Twist] Christmas is a day we all must share [Lejuan] To let your fellow man know that we care [Twist] All about the pain [Lejuan] Each day may bring [Both] And if we all in the hand, all the brothers can sing Out loud, [Lejuan] For one simple reason: [Twist] It's time to be merry [Both] 'Cause it's Christmas season! Verse 2: Anquette It's the time of year for us all to act nice As we celebrate the day of Jesus Christ His life was all He had to give So people like us could have a chance to live So come on, my brother, no need to think twice Let's all celebrate the day of Christ! Verse 3: 2 Live Crew [Marquis] You better be good [Kid Ice] You better be nice [Both] Or Christmas will be your day of gripe [Marquis] So do all your work and all your chores [Both] So you can get a gift from Santa Claus [Marquis] Ho ho ho [Both] Through the fallin' snow Here comes Santa, with presents galore [Marquis] With somethin' for me [Kid Ice] And somethin' for you [Marquis] Best wishes from us all, [Both] The Skyywalker crew! {samples from "Deck the Halls"} more free lyrics |
32. _ With Your Badself
{Badself!} Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number? Whenever I see you, my heart's like thunder I'd like to know you better, and that's no lie Just give me a chance and let me try You're an angel from heaven, a blessing in disguise Time stood still when I saw your eyes Let me show you the things I one day felt So go on!! {Badself!} Verse 2: Brother Marquis You got a body that's stickin'; some men die for less You got a face of a queen in a beauty contest You're a lady in the 80s, never wild or crazy Just takin' your time, not having any babies Not depending on others to get what you need A modern-day woman with the will to succeed Tryin' harder every day to increase your wealth, So go on! {Badself!} Verse 3 [Marquis] All the girls don't like her because she's independent They're so envious because she's not with it She's a real lady; her mind's on other things She can't be bought with gold or diamond rings! [Kid Ice] She's the one I want to be in my life The lady I need to be my wife Never in a crowd, she keeps to herself So go on! {Badself!} more free lyrics |
33. _ If You Believe In Having Sex
[ ] = the fellas ( ) = the ladies { } = the crowd | | = Luke using white accent Luke: If you believe in having sex, say hell yeah! {Hell yeah!} If you believe in having sex, say hell, fuck yeah! {Hell, fuck yeah!} When I say S, you say E, when I say X, you say sex! S! {E!} X! {SEX!!} Let's go!! *the beat starts here* Do the ladies run this muthafucker? (Hell yeah!) Do the fellas run this muthafucker? [Hell yeah!] Do the ladies run this muthafucker? (Hell, fuck yeah!) Do the fellas run this mutha? (Hell, fuck yeah!) All hoes! [Suck dick!] All niggas! (Eat pussy!) All hoes! [Drink dick!] All niggas! (Eat pussy!) Bulldaggers! (Suck pussy!) All faggots! [Suck dick!] Bulldaggers! (Suck pussy!) All faggots! [Drink dick!] Now, now hold on, hold up, fellas, I wanna know ALL the fellas out there who gon' get some pussy! Aaight? I want y'all to repeat after me. Say "I'm gon' get some pus-sy!" [I'm gon' get some pus-sy!] Say "I'm gon' get some pus-sy!" [I'm gon' get some pus-sy!] Now ladies, I want y'all to repeat after me if y'all got somethin' to say to these niggas out here, all right, ladies? Y'all ready to do this, ladies? Say "You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!" (You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!) "'Cause you ain't got no money!" ('Cause you ain't got no mon-ey!) Say "You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!" (You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!) "'Cause you ain't got no money!" ('Cause you ain't got no mon-ey!) Oh shit! Oh shit! These women gettin' loose on y'all fellas. But hold on, fellas, we gon' get these women, all right, I got somethin' for y'all to say: "Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!" [Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!] Lemme hear ya say "Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!" [Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!] All the ladies say, "Eat, my pussy! Eat, eat, my pus-sy!" (Eat, my pussy! Eat, eat, my pus-sy!) All the ladies say, "Eat, this pussy! Eat, eat, this pus-sy!" (Eat, this pussy! Eat, eat, this pus-sy!) Okay, okay, I-I-I can't forget about my white-boy friends at the depot; |Fuckin' 'ey, dudes, you wanna get yer cock sucked?? Repeat after me!!| |"Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!"| [Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!] |You guys, say, "Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!"| [Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!] Now I know why everybody like having sex, more than they like doin' anything else in the whole world. Okay, fellas, I wanna know what y'all like about havin' sex. Is it less fillin'? [No, it tastes great!] Is it less fillin'? [No, it tastes great!] Now ladies, I wanna know what all y'all fine-ass ladies like about havin sex. Aaight, ladies, y'all gon' tell me? Y'all gon' tell me? Okay, y'all tell me. Does it taste great? (No, it's less fillin'!) Does it taste great? (No, it's less fillin'!) (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] *the beat stops here* (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] (Less fillin'!) [Tastes great!] *the group gradually stops and we hear them making comments as they leave the studio* more free lyrics |
34. _ Shake A Lil' Somethin'
"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'ASS ON THE MOTHERFUCKIN' DANCE FLOOR! Brother Marquis: All you raggedy-ass hoes, GET Y'ASS OUUUUT! Chorus(2x): Mr. Mixx and 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 [MM] To the left... [BM] Yeahhhhh! Get it get it! [MM] To the right y'all! [BM] C'mon now, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump ... [MM] To the front ... [BM] Heyyyy! Get it, get it! [MM] To the back y'all! Make time! [BM] Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it! Chorus more free lyrics |
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