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2 live crew - psk '95 lyrics

mr. mixx

[intro from the original psk, which slows
down and switches to this track]

uh! give it to me now!)
(yeah! from ’85 … psk! ’95 shot! here we go now!
uh! give it to me!

chorus: brother marquis
psk, we makin’ that green
b-tches always say what the h-ll does it mean?
p is for the people who can’t understand
how one real n-gg- became a real man
s is for the way i skeet in they mouth
one by one we muttin’ ’em out
man, them other n-gg-s, y’all ain’t did nothin’
k is for the way mr. mixx be cuttin’
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
she had a big -ss and a phat mercedes (woo!)
turned around and seen this fine young lady
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
heard about the way you throw that thang
she said, marquis, i know your game
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 c-ke
i tell ya, my n-gg-, this ain’t no joke
before a n-gg- f-ck’, yo, i got some head (what?)
took me to the crib, laid me on the bed
i knew this was a rich lil’ wh-r-
she gave me $100, but i wanted some more

chorus
(uh! bring it down now!)

(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 sat-rday night
smokin’ on a blunt, feelin’ all right (what?)
my homie mr. mixx called me on the phone
told me ’bout a party on 1.5
man, that n-gg-‘s married, he can’t leave home (whoo!)
got in the party with my pockets fat
b-tches on my d-ck ’cause i’m cool like that (true.)
i got my pistol, jumped into my ride
now up in the set, who did i see?
a f-ck-n-gg- from atlanta named after me! (what?)
i put that red dot up against his head
and said “f-ck–ss n-gg-, i should kill you dead.”
the real marquis ain’t doin’ no time
a thought ran across my crazy–ss mind
i looked in his face, he looked like sh-t

siss–ss n-gg- ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch!
(bring it to me!)
chorus

liberty city! 61st y’all! gettin’ money y’all! 54th y’all! here we go
(overtown! 15th y’all! one time for 1-5-1! in the back y’all, yeah!
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 motherf-cker. we’ll give it
to ya on the next sh-t y’all! but until then – peace, love, and mo’ p-ssy

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