(2 Live Crew) - This is to Luke From the Posse

[Like this! Hit it!]
[So why has it gotta be so damn HOT?]

Verse 1: Professor Griff
I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E.
Professor Griff in the flesh, sincerely
Kickin' it off on a ghetto track
Bringin' to you some actual facts
From the bottom, known as Miami
With the help from a posse called the L.A.D.
Educate is what we do
With permission from the 2 Live Crew
'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you people
Who run around, changin' laws, just to say we're equal
File a complaint, turn in your risume
'Cause the A.G.S. don't play
I'm the Griff, and I speak profound
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!

Verse 2: Lejuan Love
Yo, check out the Mr. Mixx beat that I flow off
While I go off to boast, brag, and show off
And watch your (??) as I get hyper
I cause them all to slip in they pants; they need a diaper
Whoever stereotyped me for each of those nerds,
I'ma get 'em a fork so they can eat those words
It was said we can't freestyle in M-I-A-M-I
We only had the weak rappers, but tell me, am I?
Lejuan's the type to take your whole gang out
You musta got curfew, because they can't hang out
I'm gettin' paid 'cause I'm good; it's no mystery
You see, I'm rollin' with the man that's makin' history
Lejuan Love is one of the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!

Verse 3: JT Money
In this type of M-U-S-I-C
I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see
I seen professionals, but I'm the better master
Who you gonna blast up on your ghetto blaster?
When I start to flow you're guaranteed to hear the raw stuff
They say I'm dope, nice, super good, or rough
If you don't know the game, then I gotta show the lame
That I'm the best out, nobody can flow the same
Am I a threat? Nobody can say no
I'm like a volcano, and I'm sure that they know
When I come off, it's guaranteed legit
Can you come like this? Naw, that's bullshit
JT Money is the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!

Verse 4: Debonaire
I got pull like gravity but some got no juice
Deb in the flesh, well I'm fresh like produce
Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin'
It's just too raw for them to think about eatin'
If y'all ain't heard the word, my rap lingers
The drop sounds like it's hot and burnin' my fingers
This rapper's tryin' to front on a real smooth flower
They ass is grass, and I'm the lawn mower
Of course I put 'em out like trash 'cause I'm a lyncher
Attackin' punk rappers like a Doberman Pincher
They all be like vampires to me, so they oughta
Walk or get burnt, 'cause I'm the Holy Water
You say you wanna battle, but that'd be your doom
'Cause I'll have you on your ass like Fruit of the Loom
The name's Debonaire and I'm one of the best around
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!

Verse 5: Brother Marquis
Though I'm from the bottom, I'm placed by the rest out
Brother Marquis is one of the best out
There's no comparin' me, I'm far from bein' so-so
I top the suckas droppin' fast and flowin' slow
Puttin' suckas out like I was Nyquil
I rock on the mike like no other on the mike
We're your worst nightmare, if not scarier
Their loss in the (??) new to the area
The man you can't handle, 'cause I'm just too rough
They say that I'm good; they should 'cause it's true stuff
So ain't nobody sayin' that I'm not legit
They need to wipe they mouth, 'cause they just talkin' shit
When it comes to droppin' science, I'm the man you can't knock out
The heavyweight champ that'll take your whole block out
Marquis, one of the best around
Yeah, down with Luke and that Ghetto Bass sound!

2 Live Crew - You Got Larency

[what you here for, buddy?]
[larceny.]
[how much time you get?]
[99 years.]

Verse 1: [brother marquis]
Talk about, why? spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies
I'm real sensitive to the fact
Of why must you go out like that
You can't say nothin' positive
All i get are negative responses
They say it's hard to keep a good man down
But it's not hard to have one up off the ground
He said, she said, this-n-that
But who's tellin' the truth? it ain't like that
I knew somethin' was wrong, i knew it all along
But nobody told me what was goin' on
So just stop ... all this disrespect
'cause now is the time for me to put you in check
They say the truth hurts, but don't get mad at me
I'm talkin' to those who got larceny

Verse 2: [fresh kid ice]
Larceny, meaning bein' jealous-hearted
Over little or nothin', it can get started
For example, a man wants to get ahead
Others wish he failed and rather see him dead
Always puttin' obstacles in your path
It becomes a problem you shouldn't have
It's like a disease spreadin' faster than aids
The word is out, they misspelled your name
People look at you a little strange
You gain more foes as your lifestyle change'
They want what you got, that's the dollars that you clock
To you it's petty but to them it's a lot
Material things they couldn't retain
Still hopin' your loss will be their gain
Yet we strive to stay alive and live carefree
Others still have that larceny

Verse 3: [fresh kid ice]
You'll shake my hand, pretend to be my friend
And behind my back, wish it all would end
People mention my name, you'll frown your face
Hopin' in your dreams you'll take my place
The things that i own you wish you had
Every time i do good it makes you mad
You're not a friend to me, just an enemy
A sucker that rhymes, a wanna be
[brother marquis]
You wanna be like me, only in your dreams
You wanna be down, but you gotta come clean
Rockin' boomin' beats on every cut
2 live's in effect, why you sweatin' us?
Wishin' you had all the money i've made
And all the females that i've slayed
You hate me, boy, now ain't that a pity
You ain't got the vapors, you got larceny

2 Live Crew - You Go Girl

I don't use massengil, i use my own kinda douche powder
Y'know i mix it, i mix it myself
Y'know what i put in it? (yeah? what?)
Alum! (yeah!!) lsd! (ha ha!) and kentucky fried chicken!
(*cheering*) i mold it together, baby!
I mold it together, honey!
Oh, that alum, lemme tell ya somethin
That alum makes it tight (right!)
Lsd makes it outta sight (yeah!)
And kentucky fried chicken make it finga lickin good!

[you go girl]
[go girl!]
[you go girl]
[go girl!]
[you go girl]
[go girl!]
[you go girl]
[go girl!]
[you go girl]
[go girl!]
[you go girl]
[you go girl]

[fresh kid ice]
Get on the dance floor
And move your body til ya can't no, more
Touch the ground
Cause i like the way you doo-doo brown
You make me wanna flip
Plus i love the way you shake them, hips
>from side to side
Always keepin my nature on the rise
Cause you got it goin on
And you're the only one havin fun
Watchin the niggas sweat
And how it feels when you're wet
Doin what you want til it hurts
As rupaul say, you'd better work
Shake ya ass til it twirls
[you go girl]

[go girl!]
[you go girl]
Etc.

[verb]
You know you got it goin on, honey dip, i swear
Two niggas takin care of you, and doin up ya hair
You used to look shady but ya changed ever since
Now it's all about the leather boots and sequins
Tellin niggas don't holla if ya can't get the snap
Got a diamond name plate and a neckace to match
Diamonds on ya hand, sippin on cham'
Niggas wanna holla but ya say i got a man
The bitch is so fly if they're goin' off in her, g
Now look at honey dip, push you off ?inity?
So if ya ain't got loot ya can't mack her
It's all about the hammers on the big body acura
Or a hundred with a car fulla friends
?say fresh hairdo? and ?oscar de la rinte?
Niggas get mad cause they can't lay the pipe in
Cause you wanna holla, baby, claimin that you're dykin
But in 9-4, it's show and tell
Keep doin what ya doin and go on, girl

[you go girl]
Etc.

[tell em brother!]
[tell em brother!] [yeahhh!]
[tell em brother!]
[tell em - tell em brother!] [yeahhh!]
[tell em brother!]
[tell em brother!] [yeahhh!]
[tell em brother!]
[tell em brother!] [yeahhh!]

[fresh kid ice]
Here's a song for the ladies
Who work ya nerves and drive ya crazy
Keep givin it all ya got
Just shake that ass, make the niggas hot
And the way you lick them lips
I know you suck skin off a dick
Cause you're the one to rock my world
Just keep on suckin [go girl]

[verb]
I know you're all about the hair, doin nails done weekly
Lookin for a nigga packin big grip, seek me
I wonder if you're singlin so we can get a-minglin
My ding-a-ling'll sure get ya ear rings jinglin
You want diamonds and pearls, but ya name ain't prince
I bought ya that, and ya started actin shady ever since
Like i said before, it's all about show and tell
Keep doin what ya doin and go on, girl, uh

[you go girl]
Etc.

2 Live Crew - Me So Horny Edited

Oh, so horny....ohh, so horny....ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Oh, so horny....ohh, so horny....ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Me, so horny....so, so horny...me, so horny.
Me love you long time.
Me, so horny....so, so horny... me, so horny....
Me love you long time.

Sittin' at home watchin' arsinio hall, so i got my black book for a freak to call.
Picked up the telephone and dialed the seven digits.
Said yo this is marquis baby, are you down with it?
I arrived at her house, knocked on the door.
Not having no idea of what the night had in store.

I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning.
I have an appetite for love 'cause me so horny.
Oh, me so horny....ohh, me so horny...oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time.
Oh, me so horny....oh, so, so horny....oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time

Girls always ask me why i buck so much.
I say what's wrong baby doll, with being a mutt?
'cause my nature is rising and you shouldn't be mad.
I won't tell your momma if you don't tell your dad.
I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your clothes all messed up.
Won't your momma be so mad if she knew you've just been had.

I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning.
My appetite is love, 'cause me so horny.
Oh, so horny....ohh, so horny...oh, so horny.
Me love you love time.
Oh, so horny....oh, so, so horny....oh, so horny.
Me love you long time

You can say i'm desperate.
Even call me perverted, but you'll say i'm a dog when i leave you lost and deserted.
I'll play witcha your heart and will show no shame.
I'll be blowin' your mind 'cuase you're lame to the game.
I'm just like that man they call georgie puddin' pie.
I'll break their girls hearts and i make them cry.

I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning.
I have an appetite for love 'cause me so horny.
Oh, so horny....ohh, so, so horny....oh, so horny.
Me love you long time
Oh, so horny....oh, so, so horny....oh, so horny.
Me love you long time

Ohh, so horny....ohh, h so horny....oh, so horny.
Ohh, so, so horny....ohh, so horny.
Me love you long time

It's true you were alone until you met me.
I was the first to dress you up and made you sexy.
You tell your parents that we're going out.
Never to the movies, just straight to my house.
You said it yourself. you like it like i do.
Put your arms around me and squeez me too.

I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning.
I have an appetite for love 'cause me so horny.
Oh, me so horny....ohh, so so horny....oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time
Oh, me so horny....ohh, so so horny....oh, me so horny.
Me love you long time.

2 Live Crew featuring Ice-T - The Real One

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Only the realest can feel us, cap-peelers and killers
Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind
Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas
Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters -
They can't fade us 'cause we two of the greatest
Back out to let 'em have it, fake fucks and faggots
Bow down in the presence of players and kiss the karats
A wrist full of (?) for all the maggots
Back up and get embarrassed, bitch, get off my carriage
Uncut, no lactose, hear the raw dose
Straight off the key, 100% G
Who's puttin' it down on Miami's behalf
Home of the nickel (?) and the raw half
Everywhere we go, the impression's felt
The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt

Chorus (2x):
Gat in the back, sunroof top,
Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean
[The real one! Huh? Whut?
The real one! Huh, nigga whut?]

Verse 2: Ice-T
It's '98, playa, check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heed at arms, reached, cocked and ready
'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin' and rock you steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
I wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em
But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port
I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats
When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
(Imagine this) Hundred-g Lex on your wrist
(Imagine this) About 10 karats on your fist
(Imagine this) All dime hoes on your list
Huh, that shit would be nice, but your name ain't Ice
(Nigga trip) And screw the style and so on, rock you softly
How you gonna step to me, kid, you grew up off me
TV, movies and records and tours
So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more
Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
He said, "Playa, chop some game on this bubblin' cut!"
I said, "Shoot me the track, or you can come too,
Or if y'all wanna ball in Cali, I'll fly in your whole Crew."

Chorus

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I'ma stay in the field, on a quest for the mil's
And try to keep it real till I die or get killed
So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket
And live this lavish lifestyle of trickin' and big-dickin'
Seein' that the West and the South's connected
Formulatin', plottin' game to perfection
Down with the Syndicate, bossin' new tennis shit
Crimes cold defended, get caught, do the sin
There's politickin' in the 600, drunk and blunted
That's how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it
Inside the club packin', actin',
Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin'
Parlay, playin' diamond link, cubin' cable
Baddest bitches in the stable, mo' money on the table
I'm back in the game to show 'em how it's done
Ice-T and Marquis, you're fuckin' with the real one!

Chorus

2 Live Crew - 2 Live Is Here

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 bitches 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 fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck 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 motherfuckin' 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 bitch's mouth off in a trickin' house
Ridin', lickin', peepin', blowin'
Stop, pick up the bitch 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 motherfuckin' master

Chorus

Verse 3
[kid ice] we're the first motherfuckers 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
Bitches know what's the time with me
I fuck 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street
Brother marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with
So don't get mad if i fuck 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

2 Much - Knockout

[Atozzio:]
Aye it's ya boy, the hitwriter
Dem Boyz 2 Much Mayne
You Got Marcel, Milo, Lil Chris and Myles
Matta Fact Where you at pimpin
Holla at em

[Myles:]
Okay, she got game I ain't even gon front she could stunt all
day I'll still give her what she want lookin like a ten I ma
take you out to lunch so we can go meet my momma and meet my boys from 2much.
You know. I knocked on. I ain't gotta say twice hit the club two step hit
the left hit the right and she gotta game tight dime piece under
the light by the end of the night you might be that boy wife aight

[Marcel:]
When I came out tonight I wasn't lookin for nuttin particular
I already got a girl but see shawty gon make me forget her
she's bout five five light green eyes and a body so righteous
and I'm sayin to Lil C, Myles, and Milo don't wait up for me tonight (Oh)

I ain't never see a girl so bad with a body like that (uh-huh)
and she never had me open and actin like that so fast(uh- huh)
cause she got my mind gone and she got my mind blown (uh-huh)
and now I'm tryna find the words lookin at all of ya curves (Oh)

[Chorus:]
With a body like that know I had to go get her and run my game
(She's a knock out)
She's a pretty young thang just sittin in the back got to know
her name (She's a knock out)
She's the baddest I've seen (She's a knock out) That ever stepped
on the scene (She's a knock out)
Cause with a body like that know I had to go get her and run my game
(She's a knnock out)

[Marcel:]
I'm still standing cross the room but I'm bout to make a move
I'm a come a little closer
And I'm wasting to much time and I gotta make her mine before the night is over
Tryna come to play what I'm gon say cause I can't let her walk away
Not a chick like this With a body like this I'm in a (bad situation Oh)

I ain't never see a girl so bad with a body like that (uh-huh)
and she never had me open and actin like that so fast(uh- huh)
she got my mind gone and she got my mind blown (uh-huh) and
I'm tryna find the words lookin at all of these curves

[Chorus:]
With a body like that know I had to go get her and run my game (She's a knock out)
She's a pretty young thang just sittin in the back got to know her name
(She's a knock out)
She's the baddest I've seen (She's a knock out) That ever stepped on
the scene (She's a knock out)
Cause with a body like that know I had to go get her and run my game
(She's a knock out)

[Chris:]
Listen, (yea) yea she a knock yeaa I give her 12 rounds
in a squared circle with a crowd in the background I lay my mac down
Houston watch out. waive the risk behind ya I swear I call
the cops out baby for you I'll pay the coupe with the drop
out got the game on lock but then they locked out you in ya
prime so when you pop out I'm mayweather ain't no better girl you a knock out

[Chorus: x2]
With a body like that know I had to go get her and run
my game (She's a knock out)
She's a pretty young thang just sittin in the back got to
know her name (She's a knock out)
She's the baddest I've seen (She's a knock out) That ever
stepped on the scene (She's a knock out)
Cause with a body like that know I had to go get her and
run my game (She's a knock out)

[Milo:]
2 Much, Young and Fresh in The Game Ya Digg.
You better handcuff your girl like an officer man
Yeah man. That's what we do.
TKO. You a knock out
Such an incredible swagga. HAHA
We Out Baby!

2 Live Crew* - Bulldagger Stole My Bitch

*Brother Marquis does all the verses

{Shari Lewis}
Come ... give us a little kiss ... let me make it better.
{Dolemite}
These rotten ass bitches is gonna fuckin' wanna know!

Verse 1
I met this bitch at a hip-hop disco
A club full of divas in San Francisco
I asked her name, the bitch said Shirley
I asked her for some pussy, she said "I like girlies."
"What that mean, hoe, that I can't have it?"
She said, "Nigga, recognize I'm a female faggot!"
You triflin'-ass bitches know that shit ain't right
Stinkin'-ass dyke, put some dick in your life
'Cause we know where the nose goes in the nymphos
Playin' with dildos and finger-fuckin' booty holes
Belly to belly, skin to skin
Fuckin' like hell, but ain't no dick goin' in
If they like pussy that much, then let me fuck it
Stick it in, take it out, and let 'em suck it
But they game is strong and they tongue is long
A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone!

Chorus: Brother Marquis and Mr. Mixx
A bulldagger done stole my bitch
She'd rather suck pussy, she don't want no dick!
[A bulldagger done stole MY bitch!
Bitch told me she don't want no dick!]
A bulldagger done stole my bitch
She'd rather eat pussy than suck a nigga' dick!
[A bulldagger done stole MY bitch!
Fuck y'all hoes, y'all hoes ain't shit!]

Verse 2
Bulldaggers come in all shapes, sizes and colors
A bitch that eat pussy makes a good dick-sucker
Never kiss a bulldagger hoe in the mouth
It smells like shit from all the ass she got
Freaky hoes got them tendencies
Why go that way, bitch, when you can get these?
Some girls'll do it, some girls don't
A bulldaggin' hoe will do what your boyfriend won't
A bulldagger is the worst kind of player hater
'Cause niggas still fuck 'em, that's why they can't fade us
Sayin' they strictly dickly, but that ain't true
A bulldagger got more bitches than me and you
Now bulldaggers, you know they don't play fair
They get all the pussy, and they don't share
But they game is strong and they tongue is long
A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone!

Chorus

Verse 3
I hate bulldaggin' hoes with a passion
You motherfuckin' right a nigga gave bashin'
You bitches need to get that gay shit off your mind
Suckin' 'em up, that's sick, I dick 'em down at night
Lickin' clits, suckin' titties, and playin' with kitties
And sophisticated dykes'll treat a nigga shitty
I can't understand how a bitch with class
Would have another hoe's name tattooed on her ass
Spittin' at my hoes but they can't be chose
Because BITCH, my pussy's bought and paid fo'!
Now you motherfuckin' dykes ain't got no shame
French-kissin', holdin' hands like it ain't no thing
Your game is workin', but I got the last virgin
You doin' the slurpin' while I'm doin' the servin'
But they game is strong and they tongue is long
A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone!

Chorus

Woman:
Naw, mu'fucker. You tryin' to blow my game? My bitches
said somethin' to you, my shit just won't be the same,
motherfucker, n' I can't have that!!

Outro:
Yeah, Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis representin', straight
up on the down south tip! For the 9-5 shot! You know we
talkin' 'bout they raggedy ass, nigga, ain't no motherfuckin'
thang, 'knamsayin'? Don't nobody say 'nything personal,
come on, girl, y'know? Boys back up at that ass! One time
for the bottom! You know how they do it.

2 Live Crew - When We Get Them Hoes

Yeahhhhhhh, ba-byyyy!!
It's the boys, we gon' do it like this, one time for ya mind!
All the boys in the house ... y'knahmsayin!
Repeat after me, yo - say, "hey! we got them hoes! we got them hoes!"

[the fellas]
Hey! we got them hoes!
We got them hoes!

[mr. mixx]
Yeah, say "hey! we got them hoes! we got them hoes!"

[the fellas]
Hey! we got them hoes!
We got them hoes!

Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]
When i get the hoes i let all the boys fuck 'em
Yeahhh!!
No matter what she says, she still got to suck 'em
'cause bitches will be bitches even when i'm dead
Riiight!
And if i can't fuck, then i'll take some head
'cause you gotta dog a hoe whenever you can
'cause bulldaggers run game for every man
True!
To all raggedy bitches, you ain't really nothin'
'cause when i get a hoe
I let all the boys fuck 'er!!!!!

Chorus: [mr. mixx]
When we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes,
We let all the boys fuck 'em!

When we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes,
When we get them hoes,
We let all the boys fuck 'em!

Verse 2: [brother marquis]
In the fuck game there ain't no rules
Give it up smooth, put me in there cool
Yeahhhh!
'cause it's your delight to fuck with fate
You're looking for a way to close the gate
Your sex is hard core, you're the devil's whore
Yeah!
Your mama was one so you will be nothing more
Let me dog-fuck you, bitch, throw down hard
If you don't cum for me, you won't for god!

Chorus

Verse 3: [brother marquis]
You must do it right, you freaky dyke!
If you do it wrong you get no dick tonight
No dick tonight!
Dick in your mouth and in your ass is what you love
While you're on your knees, give my homie some
Yeah!

[fresh kid ice]
Bitches know what's up when i'm in command
'cause kid ice is down with the next man
Riiiight!
All the groupie hoes, i'm down with 'em
'cause at any time they'll let all the boys fuck 'em!!

Chorus

[mr. mixx]
Yeah! when we get them hoes, we let all the boys run up in 'em, y'knahmsayin'?
Right about now we gon' let my man get loose!
Mr. heavy metal man and stuff ... run that shit, ba-byyyyy!!

(long guitar riff)
Yeah, we outta here!

2 Live Crew - Table Dance

Chorus (4x): [brother marquis]
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Hell no!!
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Can a bitch do a table dance?
Get out my face, hoe!

Verse 1: [brother marquis]
I don't give my riches to the bitches!
Shake-dancin' ain't nothin' but trickin'
Ten dollars, too much to give 'em
I done had my two-drink minnimum
I watch from a distance so i can
See,now charles kickin' me out the vip?
Bitches callin' me cheap
While they trick as they dancin' in minks
Hoe, you must be crazy
I know it's your job, but i ain't trickin' miss daisy
I want a quick feel, a cheap thrill -
But i ain't payin' no pussy bills!
If you got mouths to feed,
Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need
'cause i'm a 3-piece nigga, bitch, i don't play
I want the pussy, a place to stay, but i don't pay!

Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that pussy!!

Chorus

Verse 2: [fresh kid ice]
Booty clubs where niggas go
Spendin' flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother
Bitch, come clean from beginnin'
Drop them strings and skin to win
She gotta show pink to get paid
And i don't want a hoe who's always afraid
I'll flip that hoe like a script
'cause for all that flow, niggas might trip
'cause pussy's a man's best friend
And she gotta keep shakin' 'till the record ends
'cause i like them stripper hoes
The ones from rolexx and coco's
So come on, make ya pussy pop
And i keep on gettin' them table-tops!

[spoken]
C'mon, girl, now, show me a shot now...
Aaight!
Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that pussy!!

Chorus

Verse 3: [brother marquis]
Serve me out your best dick-sucker
Much money as i'ma spend in this motherfucker?
You holler "no cash, no ass!"
Well then bitch, i pass!
'cause i ain't givin' up no cash!
Hell naw!
Not to see yo' funky ass!
You wanna dance?
Don't sewat it!
If i fuck for free, then you can dance on credit
Trick-ass niggas just spoil 'em
Payin' 'em more than the club that employs 'em
Checkin' that booty movin'
To me it's just a form of prostitution
Niggas be wreckin' theyself,
Thinkin' they got that bitch to theyself?
Well i sit back and relax
But tell bitches with babies
They need to work for food stamps
You can pop that pussy tax-free,
But you won't get shit from me!
Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that pussy!!

Chorus

Verse 4: [brother marquis]
I'm lookin' for a crib for the weekend
I ain't got no ends, but i wanna see the skins
I want mine for the low price
I heard bitches dance free on amateur night!
Shakin' what they mama fuck fo'
When your mama was a hoe, did she get dough?
Don't ask me for a dance; i don't need one
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
I'm freakin' on like the next man
When you take this cash, i'm lookin' up yo' ass!
Pussy pay the bills, dick pay the rent!
All i got is a thanks and a compliment
Usin' it like a weapon
Bitches gettin paid for sex and affection
Fuck you and your conversation!
I ain't makin' no fuckin' donations!
Uhh!! uhh!! now throw that pussy!!

Chorus

All you hoes get on down!!

[during chorus]:
Hop wid it!!
[hey! take it to the ground!
Hop wid it!
Get on down!

Chorus

2 Live Crew - Skeeta Man

Note: Marquis does all the verses; Mr. Mixx does the chorus

["I'm gonna cum!"]

Verse 1:
Let me skeet, don't hesitate
It ain't good to masturbate
Hoe, I'll let you suck my dick
If you say you'll be my bitch
You'll be proud to be my hoe
I'll take you everywhere I go
If anybody else, you belong to me
Is this my pussy? (woman: Yeah, Marquis...)
I'm the one that has you sprung
When I skeet, we'll have a son
Skeet them jaws, skeet them draws
Pull it out and skeet the walls
Grab it, flip it, hold it, rub it
When I skeet is when you suck it
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus
Jerk it off, jerk it off, ba-by! ["I'm gonna cum!"] (3x)
["I'm gonna cum!"]

Verse 2:
For the skeet you are a fiend
Don't you stop this freaky thing
Dick is the one thing that you love
And the skeet's all you're thinking of
If you can't skeet with someone else
You'll skeet off by yourself
Skeetin' nowadays is the thing to do
You'll skeet me and I'll skeet you
Skeet from the front, skeet from the back
Can I skeet in your mouth? Do you like it like that? (woman: Yess!)
Taste my skeet, don't it taste so sweet?
For my skeet you are a freak
I skeet off twice and then I'm done
I have to save some skeet for the next one, hon
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus

Verse 3:
Skeetin' is for the young and old
But it's best to skeet in a hoe
Before I go out and skeet a bitch
I always take my skeetin' kick
I like to skeet in big ol' butts
It makes me skeet off big ol' nuts
You can say that I'm a nympho
Skeet in your mouth, then skeet your temple
I skeet best on a one-night stand
Brother Marquis is a skeeta man!
You suck slow and I fuck fast
Don't get mad if the skeet don't last
It ain't love, it must be lust
In the skeet you must trust
All you got to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus

Jerk-jerk-jerk-jerk it off babyyy! (4x)

2 Live Crew - Savage in the Sack

Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown and talk shit in high school
when we was fuckin' around ... 'cause I couldn't fuck. But now I'm
back, BITCH! To let yo' punk ass know that I can really dick 'em
down, 'cause I'm a ...

Chorus (4x): Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis
Savage in the sack, baby, I'll break ya back, baby
It's like that from the front to the back, baby

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
An original dicksmith, one of the three
Fresh Kid Ice, long dick Chinese
A savage in the morning, a savage in the sack
When it's time for sex I'll break ya fuckin' back
There's no time for slack, so give me 'nuff respect,
And I'll dick ya down like a Trinnie roughneck!
Throbbin' that pussy like a Tonka toy
'Cause you're fuckin' with a man, not a little boy
{Sho' you right. All pussy ain't good pussy.
But nuttin' don't beat that savage pussy. You know that
pussy that breathes, the snappin' pussy, that have
ya head fucked up. You know I'm a big muthafucka;
I might lay heavy, but I damn sho' can't go deep, baby.}
Let me ride that ass from front to back
The one-armed bandit is a savage in the sack, baby

Chorus

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
She's the baddest bitch to ever hit the matress
Very attractive, yet orally active
Beautiful but deadly; I can't let her get me
Despite all the things she does to try and tip me
Fattest (?) turd ever stinked a pair o' draws
Hot dick in a cock, smokin' head and them blue balls
The finest thing hoein', not like I ain't knowin'
Sex game strong, leave the savage alone
She'll turn a trick and suck a nigga-dick
And don't want a nigga to nut too quick
If you slip she'll catch ya, you're caught in the rapture
Don't fall in love when the pussy's thrown at ya
You're caught in the spell {Ha ha ha ha ... oh well!}
Savage in the sack, fuck like hell
{You have to have a strong mind to fuck with a savage,
'Cause it'll have ya head fucked up every time.}

Chorus

Outro:
{Yeah. I know y'all know who I am in here. I'm just down here hangin'
out with m' boys ... Brother Marquis, Fresh Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx.
We're players from way back. We used to mutt out hoes together
and everything, y' know. But uh, my lil' thangs jumped off again for
me, so I'm just hollerin' at my peoples.
Y'all brothers stay strong, and
... practice what you preach. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, HA HA HA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA ... yeah, y'all thought I was gone, didn't ya?
Yeah, I've been hangin' out since the intro, ba-by!
Flip it over. There's some mo' funky shit on the other side.
Sho' you right.}

2 Live Crew - PSK '95

(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!

2 Live Crew - Do the Damn Thing

[Let's get it on, I'm open real wide!]

Chorus {2x}: Mr. Mixx
I wanna do the damn thaaaaAAANG! (Then do the damn thing!)
I wanna do the damn thaaaang! (Then do the damn thing!)


Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
I'm a bad motherfucker bringin' hoes to their knees
Fresh Kid Ice, long dick Chinese
Always on a mission 'cause I like to fuck
The way I hit the pussy is in the buck
Strokin' up and down, always takin' my time
Doin' it all till I make you mine
I rub your body with motion lotion
Lick you down like waves in the ocean
Do it till you're satisfied
Have you moan even though you're tired
I've fucked many bitches across the land
And no one slangs dick like the Chinaman
You ain't been fucked 'cause your pussy's froze
Many are called but few are chose
Bust them guts like it ain't no thing
So bitch stop frontin', let's do the damn thing!

Chorus

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Bitch, do you wanna swing with me?
Sex is the best with Brother Marquis
All hoes let my record show
All my bitches come back for more
It must be the way I throw my thang
It must be the way I spit my game
Look 'em in they eye, tell a quick lie
Kiss 'em and they cry, I don't know why
Game so strong, yet so convincin'
Give me a minute, I'm up in it
Talk 'em out they draws real cool
"Bitch, give it up smooth, you know the rules!"
True love ain't so hard to find
It's right between your legs and mine
None of my bitches, they never complain
They like the way I do the damn thing!

Chorus

Verse 3
[Marquis] I love it when a bitch be like pro-per
A hooche with a coochie that'll let me pop her
The "Blac Vagina Finda"
Once I'm inside I must remind her
Pussy's deception, dick's a weapon
After I fuck, I'm steppin'
Damn right, ain't nothin' changed
That's the way I do my thang!
[Kid Ice] Let me do it, like nothin' before
I don't need a friend, I need a whore
I need a bitch who'll fuck all night
Take plenty of dick, and the pussy's right
She'll keep me goin' till she gets me off
And bring me up, when I'm soft
Let's get together 'cause it ain't no thang
You and me, baby, doin' the damn thang!

Chorus

Mr. Mixx:
(Do the damn thang!) Hey, I'm doin' it, baby!
(Now rub the damn thang!) Damn right, I'm rubbin' it, baby!
(Kiss the damn thang!) Mmmmm-kissin'in' it, baby!
(Now do the damn thang!) Then turn around, baby!
UHH! UHH! Now throw the damn thaaAANG!
Throw, throw it! Throw, the damn thang, baby! {2x}

Chorus

[Come on girl!] Do, do it! Do, the damn thang, baby! {2x}

2 Live Crew - Living in America

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice

There's 8 million stories in every city
And Americans love to watch it on TV
There's gays, lesbians, stripper nymphos
Teenage prostitutes, husbands gone psycho
The haters hate it 'cause it's too hot for TV
But America rules, nasty as we wanna be
Always #1 across the land
So don't hate Jerry 'cause he's the man!
With more fight time than HBO
And even Don King should promote talk shows
It't the best thing in years to hit the TV
'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P
Players everywhere love a good talk show
'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live show
So always represent the American way:
Freedom of speech and always gettin' paid!

Chorus:
[Living in America!]
[Living in America!] (All the time, station to station)
[Living in America!] (Here to here, across the nation)
[Living in America!] (Got to have a celebration)

Verse 2: Brother Marquis

The ghetto got me caught up in some talk show shhhhh
Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick
She did my main man, plus my own band
I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad
Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers
Now they fight 'cause they was doin' each other
The girl posin' nude used to be a dude
Outcasted from the family, now they startin' a feud
The man cheatin' on his wife got caught last night
'Cause the girl he was kissin' was a transvestite
Got caught on TV where it's too late to fight
Now the whole world knows about his secret life
50-year-old mom, dressed him like a hoochie
The hoodrat pulls a gat on the groupie
Too hot for TV, too much for the movies
Some lady smacked Jerry, say what? Sue me!

Chorus

Bridge:

(Miami! Atlanta G.A.! Chicago! And L.A.!
Houston! And New York City! And don't forget - Cincinnatti!)
[I live in America!]
[I live in America!]

Verse 3
[Kid Ice] No matter how you feel, the stories are real
Showin' the world how Americans feel
With home-grown topics and a final thought
They even got hoochies without their bras
Of all the talk shows he's the best by far ...
{Instrumental where there should be a verse}
So set your VCR's if you got to go,
'Cause you're living in America with the Springer show!
[Marquis] At the sound of the bell that goes Aw Hell!,
Another knock down, another video sale
All problems solved, all matters scarred
A girl got knocked out her chair upside the wall
More hair-pullin', nail-bitin' and people fightin'
I love this show because it's so excitin'
The people believe what they really see
On tabloid TV, even me!

Chorus

{JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!
JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!! JER-RY!!}

2 Live Crew - In the Dust

"If you would suck my soul, I will lick your funky emotions."

"Is this America?! YEAH!
Is this freedom?! NO!
Is this Democracy?! NO!
Is equality?! NO!
What do we want? FREEDOM!!"

[Fresh Kid Ice]
Taking this shit into the effect mode
Expressing my feelings before I exploded
About the suffering passed on to a black man
By the money hungry seeking white man
Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a nigga up for the solution ("Get in that cell, boy!")
There they go now taking on the little man
Fuck wit the cartel or the white man

[samples from "Scarface"]

Arrest musicains for the things they say
But can't find a crime after it got sprayed
This is America, In God We Trust
We won justice but...a dick is in the dust...

[Amazing V]
I'm stereotyped, so I fit the description
A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin'
Police harass me and public embarrass me
They use brutality without asking me
I'm mad cause I was caught and reached for his license
Cops pulls the gun [*fires*] and cold-iced him
And I'm a victim of society I got societal ills
It's harder to pay bills than pop pills
They send a brother off to fight for your country
When ask for ours, we get nothing
I look for work and get my feelings hurt
They got my back against the wall
And my dick is in the DIRT...

[Luke "Skyywalker" Campbell - talking]
Let's talk about this man they call Nino Brown
The black man they call Nino Brown
You know there's alot of Nino Browns in every city
in the United States of America
America had formed a Nino Brown in every city
Basically because we have no way out!
Ah, Is that what America really wants us to think
That we have don't way out?
Here's an example, you have never seen
A black man come into Miami...with pounds and pounds of marijuana
Pounds and pounds of cocaine
You have never seen a black man drop off
A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane
You've never seen this
Yet it is still in our community everyday
And we're the ones going to jail for it

[Fresh Kid Ice]
The system is designed to lead us to stray
So we turn to guns and drugs for our pay
It's the sign of the times
"I gotta get mine, all I live is a life of crime"

[Amazing V]
I come up hard from the ran down ghetto
You talk your ass off, but tell me what a nigga know
All I see is alot of neighborhood drama
Babies crying, I wonder where's the mama?
She O.D. and got rushed to trauma
A dealer had to deal to make a fast buck
She was just a patient...what the fuck?!
His back's against the wall...and his dick's in the DUST...

2 Live Crew - Doo Wah Diddy

Doo wah diddy diddy diddy dum diddyu doo
(God damn, it's some honkies in this mother fucker tonight
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Oh oh oh ah yeah
(You motherfuckers came anyway, huh)

(Brother Marquis)
I met this bitch standing on the bolck
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She'll suck on my dick if I buy her a rock
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Got the pussy (got the pussy)
She got jacked (she got jacked)
Punched her face (punched her face)
And I took my money back

(Luke)
I was walking down the street when i met this lula
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She had a mouthpiece and a nice soup cooler
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She sucked my dick (sucked my dick)
Licked my balls (licked my balls)
Kissed my ass (kissed my ass)
Goddamn, this bitch'll do it all

(Brother Marquis)
I met this bit at a quarter past 12
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
When I took her ass home the pussy smelled like hell
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Summer's Eve (Summer's Eve)
Massengil (Massengil)
Wash your pussy (wash your pussy)
Bitch kill that funky smell

(Luke)
I saw this bitch walking down the block
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Between her legs she had a big red spos
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Was it come? (was it come)
Was it blood? (was it blood)
My nigga (my nigga)
My nigga, I don't know what the fuck it was

(Brother Marquis)
I met this girl and she tried to act shitty
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
She was from the projects of Liberty City
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Bangkok (Bangkok)
Rag top (rag top)
Cross me (cross me)
And bet your ass you'll get drepped

(Luke)
I saw this fag tricking at the bus stop
Singing doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
I said you sissy motherfucker you know you oughta spop
Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo
Spreading AIDS (spreading AIDS)
Punk bitch (punk bitch)
Watching dick (watching dick)
You know a real nigga ain't about all that shit

2 Live Crew - Word II

Verse 1
[BM] The party people love it when we take the stand
With possessions of the mics in our hands
'Cause when we rock a party we'll rock it forever
We'll give you our best to make you dance better
The freshest rhymes you know we'll say
We'll have you all stunned and in a daze
We're qualified and certified
To rock this party, so come alive!
And we're here to be known and we're known to be
[FKI] As the Fresh Kid Ice
[BM] And the Brother Marquis
And we're together forever, lookin' out for one another
[TO] Stayin' thicker than thick than peanut butter!
[BM] But don't forget our DJ, with all the skill
Go off, Mr. Mixx -
[TO] SCRATCH AT WILL!!

(Mixx cuts "We will, we will rock you!")

Verse 2
[BM] You can analyze and study me until a break-through
A discovery will be made like the scientists do
What will be discovered and finally uncovered
Will be none other than Marquis, your brother
There will be no difficulty; all your problems will be solved
You'll become motivated, so get involved!
My introduction has a body and a conclusion
I hope you understand so there is no confusion
Just follow the directions of the daily lesson
While me, the professor, is professin'
To the simplest form I'll keep my rhymes in perspective
So, Kid Ice, take the mic and give the people some directive!
[FKI] Rhymes are something you must comprehend
And every time that I rhyme I will always ascend
Two levels, just like no man before me
My skills and talents I will prove to thee
That Kid Ice uses lyrics as believin' in rhyme
And in every rhyme, I will show you a sign
Of the times where my music is growin'
And the power of my fans will be showin'
In everything that I say and everything that I do
And to the people, I'll always be true
So step off the stage, give us the mike
So we can rock the people the way you would like
[TO] 'Cause we're the two MC's with all the skill
We're down by law, and we know the deal
There's only one thing we do, and we do it right
And that's rockin' party people with these here mics!

2 Live Crew - With Your Badself

{Badself!}

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number?
Whenever I see you, my heart's like thunder
I'd like to know you better, and that's no lie
Just give me a chance and let me try
You're an angel from heaven, a blessing in disguise
Time stood still when I saw your eyes
Let me show you the things I one day felt
So go on!! {Badself!}

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
You got a body that's stickin'; some men die for less
You got a face of a queen in a beauty contest
You're a lady in the 80s, never wild or crazy
Just takin' your time, not having any babies
Not depending on others to get what you need
A modern-day woman with the will to succeed
Tryin' harder every day to increase your wealth,
So go on! {Badself!}

Verse 3
[Marquis] All the girls don't like her because she's independent
They're so envious because she's not with it
She's a real lady; her mind's on other things
She can't be bought with gold or diamond rings!
[Kid Ice] She's the one I want to be in my life
The lady I need to be my wife
Never in a crowd, she keeps to herself
So go on! {Badself!}

2 Live Crew - S and M

Luke:
LET THE BEATINGS BEGI-I-I-I-IN!

[Excerpt from the Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The
Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives cries of satisfaction]

Woman:
"Listen all you motherfuckers! Callin' alllll freaks!
Bull-daggers! Pussy riders! Shit eaters! Dick beaters!
Fags! Sissies! Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!"

Verse 1: Brother Marquis:
I'm a part of this, just like you
I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do
I'll ride you to your death and squeeze blood from your breast
And work you like a sex slave, you gets no rest
I can see it in your eyes, the devil's deep inside
You're a masochistic freak in disguise
Your love is your pain, and pain is your gain
You'll force the fit just to feel the strain
You worship the bed with your life
Holding sessions of confession every moonlit night
You do it so good, tasting every ounce
Until the last drop, leaving nothing out!

Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend!
S & M! Bring all your horny friends!

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
I wear my leather in the summer to every show
With my whip around my neck, I control the hoes
My sexual fantasies must be fulfilled,
Or my tensions will increase, and then I will ill
So I pulled a little girlie, this is what I did
Jumped in the ride, took her to the crib
Rushed her in the room, sat her on the bed,
Grabbed her by the ass and she gave me head
Then I turned her over, got it from the back
The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped
Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest
She put it in the middle, then she squeezed her breasts
As I got some feeling, this is what I said:
"Baby, baby, please! Just a little more head!"

Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' sister and her friend!
S & M! Bring all your hoey friends!
S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!

Woman:
"Piss dinkers ... overseas ... back off ... fuck off ... make yo' dick
stand or put yo' pussy in yo' hand! You want it, we got it!"

(Mixx cuts "Fuck me baby!" "Ooh daddy, beat me!"
"Come on and eat me baby!")

Luke:
S & M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends!
S & M! Let the beatings begin!
S & M! Bring all your horny friends!
S & M! LET THE ORGY BEGIN!!