2 Live Cre

[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

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!")

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: [brother marquis]
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!

[fresh kid ice]
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!