2 Live Crew 2 Live Is Here Lyrics

2 Live Is Here Lyrics

Juvenile voice:
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad,
You don`t know how, how much I love it, please don`t take my 2 Live away...
Clay D:
YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET`S GO!  (HEYY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP!  (COME ON!)
COME ON NOW, GET IT!  (EVERYBODY!!)
GET IT UP, GET IT UP!  (COME ON!)
2 LIVE IS HERE, COME ON! (HEYYYYY!)
EVERYBODY! (COME ON, COME ON!)
JUST GET ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!)
LET`S GO! LET`S GO! (OW! OW!)
HEYYYYYY!
Verse 1
[Kid Ice] Here we go, back to turn it out
          The nastiest niggas representin` the South
          With the freakiest bit*hes from the sunshine state
          Dissin` off niggas out to playa hate
          Butt-naked hoes is all we do
          `Cause no one got the freaks like the Crew
          Runnin` through the nation without a care
          Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] You`re f**kin` with the best of `em, f**k the rest of `em
          After me there`ll be no more left of `em
          The last booty-shake gangsta
          Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya
          I got the booty doin` big thangs
          So bow down to the kings of the motherf**kin` booty-game
          Well-known worldwide,
          This is 2 Live, until the day I die!
Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They`re back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They`re-back-they`re-back!)
(2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They`re-back-they`re-back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say whut?)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Get-loose-get-loose-now!)
(2 Live Crew) (They`re back!)
Verse 2
[Kid Ice] We`re Nasty As we Wanna Be
          They dropped the ban and set us free
          Lil` Joe turned us loose in the United States 
          To see how much wreck we`d create
          `Cause there ain`t no party like a 2 Live Party
          `Cause a 2 Live Party don`t stop!
          So come to the party and have no fear
          Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Unknown whereabouts, somewhere smoked out
          Dickin` a bit*h`s mouth off in a trickin` house
          Ridin`, lickin`, peepin`, blowin`
          Stop, pick up the bit*h that`s hoin`, and keep goin`
          Marquis ain`t gon` ever change
          I`ma stay in the street just as well as my name
          Shine like the diamond I`m named after
          When it comes to trickin` hoes, I`m a motherf**kin` master
Chorus
Verse 3
[Kid Ice] We`re the first motherf**kers in the bass game
          Respect is due when you mention our name
          Representin` the South with the bottom-boy style
          Known worldwide with the Miami style
          `Cause there ain`t nothin` better in any land
          Than the Brother Marquis and the Chinaman!
          Bow down to the best from far and near
          It`s the Real Ones, baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin` blunts by the pack, drunk off `gnac
          Watchin` my ones stack, I got it like that
          Bit*hes know what`s the time with me
          I f**k `em `till they skeet and leave they name in the street
          Brother Marquis ain`t nothin` to f**k with
          So don`t get mad if I f**k and I nut quick
          I`m off the chain, I`m off the key
          Uncut G, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Chorus
Clay D:
HEYY!  OWW, WORK IT! (DON`T STOP, DON`T STOP!)
PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! (PUMP IT UP, GET IT UP!)
GET-GET IT, GET IT! (COME ON, COME ON!)
SHAKE, GET-GET IT! (OW, JUST WORK IT!)
WORK YO` BODY! (SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT!)
DON`T STOP, WORK IT! (DON`T, DON`T...)
OWW! PUMP IT UP, PUMP IT UP! OWW! (GET LOOSE NOW!)
A PARTY, BABY! (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!)
2 LIVE, BABY! (IT AIN`T NOTHIN` BUT A PARTY!)
IT`S `98! (COME ON, LET`S GET IT!)
JUST WORK IT ON, GET IT ON!
SHAKE IT ON, GET IT ON! (2 LIVE CREW!)
YO` BODY! (YOU KNOW WE GOTTA, GET LOOSE NOW!)
Chorus