Psk `95 Lyrics

Psk `95 lyrics

( ) = 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!