maced your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2 bullet throughout your body repped to the fullest Queensbridge representin representin the hollow tip crew
what's funk without a mob year And tell me what's a shrow without a witness I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs From c.a. to n.j. mac mall be
Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty Bastard from Protect Ya Neck Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I "Niggas be rollin'" Gotta make a stop take a
mack and courage Parallel to a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right Sort of
brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers A
clap in the air [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! [3X] Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a
'all clits a hickie And plus the weed I puff is from the planet of Cheech and Chong Where the earth is chronic, and How To Roll a Blunt is the theme song
a lot But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the drop Live for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law Catch me smoking my weed or fucking
keep it funky and live, just like the bassline My girl will lick your clit, the bitch is on this shit Close your eyes you'll swear you're fuckin' in a
want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator BITCH, I'll see ya later [Verse 2] I remember when a
!) (2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!) (2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!) (2-2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!) (2-2 Live Crew) (Say whut?) (2
thing Clay D got the bottle and i got the blunt 2 live, Freak Nasty what's up Do you wanna have a, party 2 live is throwin' another, party Funkin' ab
better. {Dolemite} These rotten ass bitches is gonna fuckin' wanna know! I met this bitch at a hip-hop disco Verse 1 A club full
out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll 2-2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew Bus-bust a rhyme, Bro-brother Marquis, Bro-brother Marquis Bust a rhyme, bus-bust a
goin out like a gunner Because a nigga's wanted, I'm even hunted by bounty hunters But I'm spittin out bigger lead They got about a half a million dollar
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 You and me exclusively
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