Текст песни 2 Live Crew - Psk 95
2 Live Crew - Psk 95 слова песни
( ) = Mr. Mixx
[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 fuck`, 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` it
back 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 fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??)
I put that red dot up against his head
And said "Fuck-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 9-5
shot y`all! Break it down! We up out this motherfucker. We`ll give it
to ya on the next shit y`all! But until then - peace, love, and mo` pussy!