Song | Psk '95 |
Artist | 2 Live Crew |
Album | Shake A Lil' Somethin' |
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(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 ****', 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' itback 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 ****-nigga from atlanta named after me! (what??) | |
I put that red dot up against his head | |
And said "****-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 9-5shot y'all! | |
Break it down! | |
We up out this mother****er. | |
We'll give it to ya on the next shit y'all! | |
But until then - peace, love, and mo' pussy! |
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 ', 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' itback 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 nigga from atlanta named after me! what?? | |
I put that red dot up against his head | |
And said " ass nigga, i should kill you dead. | |
" a thought ran across my crazyass mind | |
The real marquis ain' t doin' no time | |
I looked in his face, he looked like shit | |
Sissass nigga ain' t nothin' but a bitch! bring it to me! | |
Chorus | |
Overtown! | |
15th y' all! | |
One time for 151! | |
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 95shot y' all! | |
Break it down! | |
We up out this mother er. | |
We' ll give it to ya on the next shit y' all! | |
But until then peace, love, and mo' pussy! |
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 ', 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' itback 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 nigga from atlanta named after me! what?? | |
I put that red dot up against his head | |
And said " ass nigga, i should kill you dead. | |
" a thought ran across my crazyass mind | |
The real marquis ain' t doin' no time | |
I looked in his face, he looked like shit | |
Sissass nigga ain' t nothin' but a bitch! bring it to me! | |
Chorus | |
Overtown! | |
15th y' all! | |
One time for 151! | |
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 95shot y' all! | |
Break it down! | |
We up out this mother er. | |
We' ll give it to ya on the next shit y' all! | |
But until then peace, love, and mo' pussy! |