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(intro from the original psk, which slows down and switches to this track) |
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Yeah! from '85 ... psk! '95 shot! |
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Here we go now! |
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Uh! give it to me! |
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Uh! give it to me now! |
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Chorus: [brother marquis] |
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Psk, we makin' that green |
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Bitches always say what the hell does it mean? |
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P is for the people who can't understand |
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How one real nigga became a real man |
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S is for the way i skeet in they mouth |
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One by one we muttin' 'em out |
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K is for the way |
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Mr. mixx be cuttin' |
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Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin' |
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Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn |
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We gettin' cold money; this time it's on! |
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Rock on ................. break it down now! |
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Verse 1: [brother marquis] |
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Chillin' on the block, on the avenue |
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Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew |
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Turned around and seen this fine young lady |
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She had a big ass and a phat mercedes (woo!) |
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I said, fine lady, now you're lookin' real nice |
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Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice (right.) |
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Told her my name was brother marquis |
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You know my reputation, hoe, i'm just a freak |
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She said, marquis, i know your game |
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Heard about the way you throw that thang |
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I said, yo, baby girl, i'ma tell you no lies (what?) |
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'cause all i wanna do is uh, get ya high, |
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And uh, lay ya down and do the body rock |
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She said come on, and we got in the car |
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Took a little trip to a fancy bar (what?) |
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Got some gin, some juice, some coke |
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I tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no joke |
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Took me to the crib, laid me on the bed |
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Before a nigga ****', yo, i got some head (what?) |
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I knew this was a rich lil' whore |
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She gave me $100, but i wanted some more |
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Uh! bring it down now! |
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Chorus |
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One time now! |
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Overtown! |
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Liberty city! |
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Carol city! |
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Highway 5! |
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15th! 61st! |
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Yeah! down south flavor, y'all! mr. mixx! marquis! |
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Bringin' itback y'all! break it down now! |
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Verse 2: [brother marquis] |
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All alone on a saturday night |
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Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all right (what?) |
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My homie mr. mixx called me on the phone |
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Man, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (whoo!) |
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Told me 'bout a party on 1.5 |
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I got my pistol, jumped into my ride |
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Got in the party with my pockets fat |
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Bitches on my dick 'cause i'm cool like that (true.) |
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Now up in the set, who did i see? |
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A ****-nigga from atlanta named after me! (what??) |
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I put that red dot up against his head |
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And said "****-ass nigga, i should kill you dead. |
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"a thought ran across my crazy-ass mind |
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The real marquis ain't doin' no time |
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I looked in his face, he looked like shit |
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Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch!(bring it to me!) |
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Chorus |
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Overtown! |
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15th y'all! |
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One time for 1-5-1! |
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In the back y'all, yeah! |
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Liberty city! |
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61st y'all! |
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Gettin' money y'all! |
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54th y'all! |
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Here we go now! ... |
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Uh! yeah, this is ya boy mr. mixx, marquis, |
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Psk for the 9-5shot y'all! |
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Break it down! |
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We up out this mother****er. |
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We'll give it to ya on the next shit y'all! |
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But until then - peace, love, and mo' pussy! |
