2 Live Crew - P-A-N (Pussy Ass Nigga)

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
You tried to play hard, but we pulled your cord
You're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge
Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny
You're so blind you can't see that you're really playin' dummy
Gucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chrome
Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own
You're soft, and you know that we know it
You try to hide it, but can't help but show it
Now the trues and vogues pull the hoes with nice figures
But on the 'ave, you're a pussy-ass nigga!

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Pussy-ass nigga with pistol in hand
Comin' out of my room to the next man
It's a problem you had since you were a child
Always tryin' to be down but actin' stupid and wild
I remember way back just to be exact
We laughed at your ass when you got jacked
So, fuck-ass nigga, here's something to remember:
No matter what you try, you're a pussy-ass nigga!

Verse 3
[Kid Ice] You fix up your hoes like you fix your cars
Give 'em rag-top heads, make 'em project stars
You buy 'em Gucci bags, even Louie Baton
Spendin' all your money just to get some
[Marquis] And when you go out of town and stand on stage
Gettin' jerked by the man instead of paid
Now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger,
Now rest in peace, pussy-ass nigga!

2 Live Crew - One and One

(Only Luke performs this track)

* = "In the bedroom all day and all of the night"

One and one were having some fun *
Two and Two, I took off my shoes *
Three and Three, she undressed me *
Four and Four, we fucked on the floor *
Five and Five, I put up her thighs *
Six and Six, the bitch sucked my dick *
Seven and Seven, we went to heaven *
Eight and Eight, she masturbated *
Nine and Nine, she licked my ass *
Ten and Ten, the bitch did it again *

Get off my ass bitch!

GET YOUR FACE OUT MY ASS MOTHERFUCKER!!

["Haaa"]
["But it hurts so good"]
["Haaa"]

Get laid, get FUCKED!

["Haaa"]
["But it hurts so good"]
(repeated 'till the end of the track)

2 Live Crew - One & One

One and one, we`re having some fun,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Two and two, i took of my shoes,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Three and three, she undressed me,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Four and four, we fucked on the floor,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Five and five, i put up her thights,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Six and six, the bitch sucked my dick,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Seven and seven, we went to heaven,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Eight and eight, she masturbated,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Nine and nine, she licked my ass,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Ten and ten, the bitch did it again,
In the bedroom, all day, and all of the night.

Get off my ass, bitch
Get your face out of my ass, motherfucker

Get off my ass bitch!
Get your face out my ass motherfucker!!
"haaa"
"but it hurts so good"
"haaa"
Get laid, get fucked!
"haaa"
"but it hurts so good"
(repeated 'till the end of the track)

2 Live Crew - H-B-C (Head, Booty & Cock)

[ Luke Skyywalker ]
Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Ghetto Style like!
(Head, booty, and cock) What your sister like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) What your mama like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) Opa Locka like!
(Head, booty, and cock) Overtown like!
(Head, booty, and cock)

<8-bar break: Mr. Mixx cuts>

No ass, bitch, no backstage bass
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
You say, "No ass, bitch, no backstage pass"
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)

<8-bar break: Mixx cuts Dolemite record>

Head, booty, and cock What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Name of this record called
(Head, Booty, And Cock) What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock)

No ass, bitch, no backstage bass
(No ass, bitch, no backstage pass)
Say, "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!" You say it!
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Y'all say, "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!"
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)
Everybody say "Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!"
(Heyyy ho! Hey, hey, hey ho!)

Head, booty, and cock! What you like, fellas?
(Head, booty, and cock) Michael J like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks) Even Prince like?
(Head, sex, and welfare checks)

We don't need no music,
cause all we wanna do,
Is sing and dance and party down
and play with pussy too! You say it!
(We don't need no music,
cause all we wanna do
Is sing and dance and party down
and play with pussy too)
I said, we don't need no music,
cause all we wanna do,
Is sing and dance and party down
and get some pussy too! You say it!
(We don't need no music,
cause all we wanna do
Is sing and dance and party down
and get some pussy too)

Say "BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!" You say it, fellas!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) Let me hear you say,
"BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!" You say it, fellas!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) We know Oakland like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) We know Compton like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!) Carolinans like!
(BOOTYYYYYYYY BOOTY BOOTY!)

2 Live Crew - Ghetto Bass II

Mr. Mixx:
Ghetto Style Dee-Jays!

{Don't touch that stereo!}
{Ghetto} {Bass}

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
What's up, party people, we're back again
Bringin' you the message from some of our friends
They're the funkiest crew from the heart of the city
When the amps are on, they'll take no pity
'Cause Ghetto has the style that has the girls jockin'
When you talk about the system, all you say is "Rockin'!"
Others hear the name, then scream out loud
'Cause they are known to move the crowd
When you hear the sound, they'll stop and wonder
Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder
Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high
The deepest bass and the real fresh high
So step off your throne; they're on the loose
The DJ's from Miami with all the juice
So consider yourself warned; they're back on the case:
It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Style Bass!

{Ghetto} {Get up}

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
To some, "Ghetto" is a name; to others a tradition
In the city of boom, ther can never be an addition
Of any of the DJ's to rock the land
Like the ones from the city and the boys from Pac-Jam
Handsome Harry, you know the brother was strong
He ain't dared any man to get him wrong
L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play
He'll strong-arm any sucker who gets in his way
Baby Ced, Liberty City born and bred
Always known for the knowledge and sense of the head
Disco Gene, he's reunited with the team
He was gone for a while, but back in the swing of things
Amazing Chico, a king to his trade
Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row
He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow
And last but not least, marvelous J.P.,
And we can't forget Cisco - we're glad you are free
So one day to your kids you will tell the story
Of how the Ghetto Style DJ's achieved their glory!

{Ghetto} {Bass}

{Look out everybody, 'cause they're in the place,
It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Bass!}

2 Live Crew - Feel Alright Y'all

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Feelin' all right on a party night
Good times are in store, everybody get hype
Motivation of your body is what we do best
With lyrics so def it's above the rest
New Jack's tryin' to change, but you're lame to the game
Frontin' like your're hard, with a fake gold chain
Tryin' to rock the mike, but we're on the ball
We make the people say ...

Chorus (2x): Luke
Feel all right y'all!!
Feel like dynamite!!

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
They're doggin' my mood, but that's all right
Let me discuss and make a fuss with the use of the mike
So as I step to the podium and cause pandemonium
With crowds of people, rockin' auditoriums
Screamin', yellin', swayin' while I'm sayin'
My verbal expression while the music is playin'
This is for all of y'all, I hope you like
This is designed to make you feel all right!

Chorus

Verse 3
[BM] You try to out-recite me, but that's not likely
I can tell whether or not if you hate or if you like me
'Cause above all I arise, so don't you be surprised
When I get recognition from the public eye
[FKI] And I'll do all the things that the people like
Kid Ice will excite you when he's on the mike
It's time to act ill and get on the ball
Everybody in the place scream out and say ...

Chorus

2 Live Crew - Be My Private Dancer

Hey y'all motherfuckers out there, whassup? You know your
boys are back, Fresh Kid Ice, Brother Marquee and Mr. Mixx.
They droppin' some new shit; and ain't about all that bullshit
y'all been hearin' for the last two or three years, you know
what I'm sayin'? There ain't no more motherfuckin'
cheerleading goin' on, so DROP THAT SHIT!!

Chorus (2x):
Come and be my private dancer! (3x)
I got some money if that's the answer!

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Sittin' here wonderin' who can I phone?
My bitch done left me home alone
Dance for me in privacy,
So no one else can bother me
Fantasies of a centerfold
So very beautiful but yet so bold
Picture me and you on a photo
Butt-booty naked, dancin' on my solo
Bitch, you know you got me in the zone
I'm on bone, can't wait to get it on
I'll do anything for you, please let me knock it
Even put some money in your pocket
Don't overcharge or play with my heart
I got cash or a credit card
Don't make me beg for a piece of ass
All I want is a private dance!

Chorus

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Come on, bitch, let's have a party
You and me exclusively
Sex is what you're all about
And I want you to turn me out
I really wanna be with you
I get hot after seein' you
Especially when you shake that ass
You keep me goin' when you shake it fast
Come on, take me for a ride
The freaks are out and it's on tonight
Show me shots Miami style
Butterfly, then open wide
So when it's over and I'm alone
I'm lookin' for the one to take me home
I gots to know, I need an answer
Would you be my private dancer?

Chrous

Verse 3
[Marquis] What your mama gave ya shouldn't be cherished
Show me a shot, baby, don't be embarrassed
The way you move is real funky
Let me sit in that saddle and ride that donkey
I also like the major cleavage
Titties so big, yo, I can't believe it
Put 'em in my face, 'cause that's where I love 'em
She even got my name tattooed on one of 'em
[Kid Ice] Let me fuck, you know I am
Bitch, what's my name? (Chinaman!)
So keep on dancin' and don't you stop
'Cause it ain't over 'till a nigga nut'!
So where you from, you sexy thing,
'Cause it's that time to show that thing
I gots to know, I need an answer
Come and be my private dancer!

Chorus

2 Live Crew - Throw the 'D'

[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
Listen up y'all 'cause this is it
Forget that old dance and (throw that d)

( *Mr. Mixx cuts up* )
(Let's dance)

[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
There's a brand new dance and it's comin' yo way
It was started in Miami by the Ghetto Deejays
Say some call it nasty but that's not true
It's just the only dance that you can do
'cause you need a sexy body, make your partner come alive
If you can't do that, don't even try
So get yourself together and learn it quick
Just get on the floor and (throw that d)

( *editing of* )
(Let's dance)

(Throw that d)

[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
When I went to Miami couldn't believe my eyes
This female was throwin, wanted me to try
If you don't know how to do it here's what you must do
Just listen up close, I'll explain to you
Just jump... in the air
And when you land you wind like you just don't care
It's all in the hips, so go berserk
And let that *dick* do the work
So while it's workin you better start strokin
To show your partner that you ain't jokin
'cause this ain't a dance from Mother Goose
Better freak yo body and turn it loose
'cause when you're on the floor you don't give a *shit*
All you wanna do is (throw that d)

(Throw that d) etc.

( *Mr. Mixx cuts up samples from Planet Rock* )

2 Live Crew - Get it Girl

( *Mr. Mixx cuts in Dolemite* )
(I wouldn't lie to you ... I want you to get ready to get on,
'cause I got some ol' nasty-ass shit to talk tonight!)

(Please somebody...)

(Come on girl)

(Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)
(Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)
(Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it)
(Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)

[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
I'm the only man that can rock your world

[ Brother Marquis ]
Come with me and let me
(get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl)

( *Mr. Mixx cuts up* )
(Come on girl)
(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl)

[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
I've been lookin' at you for a while
With your big brown ass and a pretty smile
Every guy call you sexy but your man is weak
He can't satisfy you, baby, I'm your freak

[ Brother Marquis ]
If you want a real man the man is me
Come into my world, I'm your fantasy
'cause where you're goin' is into my world

[ both ]
Just straight up lovin, come and (get it girl)

( *Mr. Mixx cuts up* )
(Don't stop)
(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl) etc.

[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
When you come to me all you do is ask
'cause your fulfillment is my only task
I won't mislead you or mistreat you
I'll just kiss, hug and squeeze you

[ Brother Marquis ]
When you think of me lovin's on your mind
It's written in the books that I'm one of a kind
I like makin' love seven days a week
Not like your man, I'm just a freak

[ Fresh Kid Ice ]
Your man did you wrong, now it's my turn
After all his dick, I knew you would learn
'cause there ain't another who can rock your world

[ both ]
Just open those legs and let me (get it girl)

(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl) etc.

(Don't stop)

( *Mr. Mixx cuts in* )
(Grab hold of this, baby)
(Oh no, I can't do that)
(Grab hold of this, baby)
(Oh no)
(I got a big black dick and it stays hard as a rock)
(Fifteen inches long and eight inches thick!)
(Ohhhhhhh!) (Don't get me wrong, I'll take a lil' mo) x4
(Ooh, this is some good pussy) (?Stop her with yo tongue?) x3
(Ooh, this is some good pussy)

(Get it) (get it) (get it) (get it) (get it girl) etc.

(Please somebody)

2 Live Crew - 2 Live Is What We Are... (word)

1-2 1-2
I am the dominating fresh kid ice
And i am the brother marquis, marquis your brother
And introducing to you on the two turntables:
The treach dj mr. mixx
(word)

[ verse 1: brother marquis ]
We get the red carpet treatment cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
Our defense is made when we take the stage
The crowd gets excited and goes in a rage
Cause we're generating and demonstrating
All of the talents that we're accumulating
And by doing this we'll go real far
Because - 2 live is what we are
We're highly publicized and advertised
Our music's in your ear, our face in your eyes
We're good to go and goin to be good
We've done the right thing like you knew we would
Because we are here for your dancing pleasure
With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure
Now the man you see, who has hands of magic
His name is mr. mixx, so come on a scratch it

[ verse 2: brother marquis ]
You can call me brother marquis, marquis your brother
The t-e-s-t i pass with with flying colors
I'm capable and on the case
Gettin straight to the point with no time to waste
The point is that this party needs to be rocked
Wioth drummin thumpin beats around the clock
>from odds to outspoken to opinionated
In need of a rhyme i will create it
The best is yet to come, with much much more
You got me rockin you with my rhymes galore
Now my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes won't quit
Just give me the mic and i rock it
On to the break of dawn
I will rock y'all to the early morn
Cause i'm the demonstrating, the dominating
Annihilator, brutalor, mc-hating
So all mc's must step on off
Cause i'm lettin you know who's the boss
Now kid ice, you know you're twice as nice
Why don't you get up on the mic and start to recite?

[ verse 3: fresh kid ice ]
Cause they call me kid ice, the ladies' fire
When i enter a room, ladies fill we desire
Anytime i'm good, yes on the mic
I said the girls keep comin back every night
Cause i dress so fresh, my voice is clean
I can rock party people, yes even the queen
In england, germany, france and japan
The ladies know that i'm the man
Who keep em from the kitchen just doin their dishes
Cause i have em in bed fulfillin their wishes
I got a degree in makin love
Yes i got it from my father just up above
I could take a girl from any man
With a twitch of my lips or wave of a hand
So to all you guys out there tonight
Grab your girl, hold her tight
Say treat her with respect and treat her right
Cause i might be in town for just one night

(word)
(do it)
(1-2-3-4-5-6 do it)
(we're here)
(we're back)
(back)

2 Live Crew - Shake A Lil' Somethin'

"ok man, are you ready to go?"
"i'm ready to go, now c'mon now, crank this motherfucker up"
[mr. mixx]
Yeah, it's ya boys back in the house!
We want y'all to get y'asson the motherfuckin' dance floor!

[brother marquis]
All you raggedy-ass hoes, get y'ass ouuuut!

Chorus(2x): [mr. mixx and brother marquis]
Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it
Shake, shake, shake, shake a lil' somethin'
That's the way
Yeaaaah
That's the way
You go girl!


Verse 1: [brother marquis]
Bitch, i wanna see you shake it
Bend on over, butt-ass naked
Now pump pump pump, get it get it
I got 135 beats a minute
It's your brother, marquis, callin' all the freaks
To show the pink and the booty-cheeks
Stick from the bottom, stick from the top
Show me a shot, lemme see what you got
Rub that ass and play with that clit
I'm still with that freaky shit
One time for the girls in georgia,
Detroit, michigan and miami, florida
That's how we make our music fast
'cause the girls down south like to shake that ass!
They so fine, i can't take it
They gots to freak it, they gots to shake it

Chorus

Verse 2: [fresh kid ice]
I love the way the girls be shakin'
Especially when they butt-ass naked
Bend on over, show me what you got
'cause i'm down for a table-top
So work your body, strip left side
Make me smile, get buck-wild
'cause fresh kid ice got the flow
And now is the time to come get yours
Freaky shit is what i like,
Especially when them bitches dykes
So shake that ass, and bitch, don't stop
Come on, girl, just make me hot
'cause i'm down for the 69
You better get yours 'cause i gets mine
Show what you got; bitch, stop frontin'
Drop them draws and shake a lil' somethin'!

Chorus

Verse 3: [brother marquis]
I love to see 'em in lingerie
Tattooed titties and a boosty-a
Stacked on the back of a cutie pie
Bend over, let me see you do the butterfly
So impressin' when undressin
'you got me stressin', bitch, stop flexin'
Keep shakin' that ass at me
Pop that coochie, freak so nasty
Double up on the table top
Hit them switches now make that ass drop
Girl, get wide open
Up and down with an in-and-out motion
Them other kings, they ain't did nothin'
You wanna get freaky? lemme kiss your belly button
You're so fine, i can't take it
You gots to freak it, you gots to shake it!

Chorus

[mr. mixx]
To the left...
[brother marquis]
Yeahhhhh! get it get it!
[mr. mixm]
To the right y'all!
[brother marquis]
C'mon now, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump ...
[mr. mixx]
To the front ...
[brother marquis]
Heyyyy! get it, get it!
[mr. mixx]
To the back y'all!
Make time!
[brother marquis]
Pump, pump, pump, get it, get it!

Chorus

2 Live Crew - Do 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 spot
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 - Drop the Bomb

2x:
{Everybody over there!} {Get on up!}
{Everybody up there!} {Get into it!}
{Everybody right there!} {Get involved!}

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
All the people on the left, just participate
And everybody o the right, we won't make you wait
And all the people inbetween, just shout and scream
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
Some say they don't know of us but that is a lie
Suckas try to play they games of Dis-and-Die
And don't you try to shake my hand or be my friend
Unlike a hook made out of rubber I will not bend!

{Drop the bomb!!}

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
To all you silly suckas wo try to abuse us:
When we get ignited you can't diffuse us
It'll be on radio and even TV
That we achieved a level where you wanna be
Now step off the pedestal, give us the mike
So we can rock the people the way you would like
Just do us a favor, don't be a jerk
'Cause all we wanna see is your body work!

{But all we want to see is yo' body work!}
{Work yo body!}

Verse 3
[Kid Ice] There's a lesson to be taught, that's the one you should learn
You can't buy respect; it's what you earn
'Cause when you dis 2 Live you get yours in the end
It's not a threat; it's a promise, my friend!
[Marquis] So suckas step aside, let the women do their thing
Come on y'all, and shake that thing!

{Work that thing!}
{Yes!!}

2 Live Crew - Bill So Horny

[What'll we get for ten dollars?]
[Every t'ing you want.]
[Everything?]
[Every t'ing]

BILL: Monica?
MONICA: Yes, Bill?
B: Monica, what would you do for a job here at the White House?
M: I'd do anything, Bill.
B: Really?
M: Mm-hm.
B: Well, do you swallow?
M: I sure do, Bill.
B: You do?
M: Mm-hm.
B: Well, what would you do with this cigar?
M: Well why don't you let me show you, Billy.

[Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh!]
[Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah!]
Chorus (repeated during breakdowns)
[Ahh! Me so horny!]
[Me love you long time!]

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Sittin' in my office with my dick on hard
Fuckin' all the interns 'cause I'm the boss
Picked up the telephone to call one of my bitches
Said, "What's up, Monica baby? Can you come and kiss it?"
She arrived at the White House, knocked on the door,
Threw her draws on the floor and said "Fuck me!" like a whore
"I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning!
Your dick is much bigger than Vernon Jordan's."

Chorus
BILL (during chorus): Now Monica ... Monica, c'mon, let's go into the
Oval Office, girl. I just wanna break you off a lil' somethin' ... Come

on now, let's go ... well, you know we can go half on it, baby ...

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Gore always asks him why he sexes so much
It's the perks of being Prez; you always get a nut
Since you're married to Tipper, you shouldn't be sad
Don't tell Hilary so she won't get mad
'Cause you know she'll be disgusted if he ever gets busted
And Newt will be mad 'cause he didn't get the ass
He's a Prez in heat, a freak without warning
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!

Chorus
BILL (during chorus): Oh, Monica, I want you to come over here
and break me off in the Oval Office, now ... di-did you bring your
Presidential knee-pads? I'm ready to get my freak on, girl, I don't
know about you ... I'm not a player no more, girl ... naw, I just
crush a lot ...

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
You can say I'm a pervert or a desperate motherfucker
I'll hook you up with Paula and let you do each other
I'll play with your mind just like it's a game
I'll call my homie Vernon so we can run a "train"
And fuck Linda Tripp, 'cause I hate that bitch
I even got her on tape sucking on my dick
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
Hilary's my wife, but Monica baby, you're my woman

Chorus
BILL (during chorus): Oh Monica ... oh, I can't believe it's so
good, girl ... I'm gonna have to take you to the next Democratic
Convention ... so you can hook up all the fellas ... this'll be good
for some vogues ... I can't believe this ... ohhh God ...

Breakdown:
(Mixx cuts and scratches "Hey, what's the matter, baby?")

Chorus
BILL (during chorus): Oh Monica, that's ... oh, that feels so goood!
Ohh! Oh yes, ohhh! Oh! Ohh! Ohhhh!!! Oh yeah ... ohhh ... oh
yes! Oh ...

Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice
It's true you weren't employed until you met Bill
He made you an intern, and you ratted still
You tell your parents that he turned you out
In the Oval Office of the White House
You said it yourself, you like it like he do
You put your lips on his cigar, and kissed it too
He's a freak in heat; Janet Reno didn't warn 'em
He loves oral sex, 'cause Bill so horny!

Chorus

Outro (repeated till end of track):
[Fuckie suckie]
[Me fuckie suckie]

BILL (during chorus and outro): Monica, I can't believe you did this
to me! I gave you a job, woman! Dammit, why did you do this to me?
Now what's America gonna think? I mean, it could've just been me,
you, and my wife Hilary! No one had to know! You didn't have to go
tell everybody, now! Ken Starr's on my case and ... bringin' up all
that Linda Tripp and Paula Jones and ... Jennifer Flowers stuff! My
wife won't even talk to me! Hilary! Hilary! Hilary -- Chelsea, tell
your mom I'm talking to her! Hilary, talk to me, dammit! Cone on,
say somethin'! I'll blow somethin' up if you don't talk to me,
woman! I can't believe this! ... My career's in shambles ... but I
still love America!

[Me so horny]

2 Live Crew - 2 Live Party

Ouh!
Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party

Dig this how we love to party
Dance fools all over shakin' they body
70's music to rulin' to this
Go from south beach to san francisco
A late night fever sex crazed land
While dance ho's to the one night stand
Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about the ride, a sixties vert
Listenin' to oldies bumpin' to sounds
Forget that shit buy the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them cus words dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin' on cars to listen them freaks
It ain't over, it's time to play
Don't stretch ya'll lets party

Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party

I put my hand up on your hip
When i dip you dip we dip
So c'mon baby just pop that p
And watch freak nasty throw the d, yeah
Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party
When them ho's freak everybody
Them other girls just ball me
But the 2 live girls make me so horny
I had a ho doin' this and him
Marquis had a ho doin' her and him
China man have them gettin' down low
My boy king b was bringin' 3 mo
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta move somethin' to do the damn thing
Clay d got the bottle and i got the blunt
2 live, freak nasty what's up

Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party

What'll know 'bout havin' a party
All up in the club they envy everybody
You make the money so spend it
Belly bumpin' benzes lookin' like millions
I'm in the back of the club gettin' blessed g-fresh
Drinkin' n' smokin' the best and nothin' less
Champagne poppin', chicken heads flockin'
The dj's rockin', got the whole house hoppin'
Lets make this night one to remember
If you fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a real nigga
You can jump in the vert baby and ride out
How you suckin' me up, that's the high dive
Tell a bitch quick i ain't beggin' nor buyin'
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin'
I'm a good time nigga, that's what i'm all about
Get the money get the pussy, get the map, i'm out

Do you wanna have a, party
2 live is throwin' another, party
Funkin' ab shakin', party
A thousand motherfuckers at the, party
We're going to see ya at the, party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party

2 Live Crew - Boys With Da Bass

(mysterious music)
"Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted
without parent or certified adult guardian."
"They'll fry your brain. They're sick as hell!"
"Jolly good fun."
"You'll die dancin'!"
"Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... "
"Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths!"

Chorus:
(Heyy!)
(2 Live Crew)
(Boys with the bass!)
("You better know it!")

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
That's right y'all, you heard it 'cause we said it
And if you can't read in the magazines,
You read about who? You know the Crew! Fresh outta Pac
And the first to put the bass on the 24-track
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put 'em in the stores and millions habe bought it
An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the dicso
On the airwaves, we misbehave
We're too bold, too rugged in our nasty ways
>From dirty minds come dirty rhymes
We're not gonna beg for your time
You don't play it? That's cool with me
But somehow, our bass still reaches the street
As long as we got it, you can get it
People want the bass, so some try to steal it
From behind our back, and not in our face
'Cause 2 Live is the Crew, the boys with the bass!

Chorus

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Holdin' out own in the South-East region
When you come to the bottom, pledge to our allegiance
I'm glad to say that we're the proud owners,
The rock-and-rollers, you can't us this over
The name of the game is supply and demand
We supply the bass while you demand our jams
We could not wait to bring our bass to you
Because in this game, you lag, you lose
See, we serve our bass raw, straight up and not false
This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball
Plenty of bass, the beat, and the rhyme
That my homeboy Mr. Mixx carefully designed
Hittin' hard as hell, and always droppin'
Bass is the reason why you are rockin'
When you hear our songs, and you see our face
Put two and two together; we're the boys with the bass!

Chorus

("It's the best in this city!")

2 Live Crew - Yakety Yak

[brother marquis]:
When you're told to do something by your mom and dad
Don't frown in their face or get mad
Because as long as you're livin' under their roof
You better mind your mouth, or get dad's boot
It's the simples thing that they ask of you
Like mow the lawn and take the trash out too
But it always never seems to get done, so ...

[luke]
Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
You better wax that kitchen flo'
Or you ain't rock 'n rollin' no mo'!
Yakety yak! (don't talk back!)
Ha haaa!

[fresh kid ice]
Don't touch that phone when it rings
You're under restriction 'till your room is cleaned
It'll take away your spending cash
You better have it cleaned, quick and fast
Dust the furniture, have the floor waxed
It gotta be spotless from front to back
You might as well get off your butt and ...

[mr. mixx]
Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sightor you don't go out friday night
Yakety yak! (don't talk back!)
Don't you roll yo' eyes at me, boy!

[brother marquis]
This house is dirty, it's a total mess
No need to be rude, so don't get dressed
There's a lot of things that have to be done
If you don't, then you have no fun
Now pack the basket with those dirty clothes
And go to the laundromat before it closes
There's no need to pout or frown around, so ...

[luke]
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundry-mat
And when you're finished doing that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety yak! (don't talk back!)

(mixx scratches "take out the papers and the trash" and "breakdown!")

[fresh kid ice]
Behind your dad's back, you roll your eyes
Always plottin' and schemin' and plannin' lies
But you're always doin' things to make him mad
Instead of doin' right for good old dad
So tell your friend you're not hangin' out
Just do as i say, 'cause i'm the man of the house
You better act like you got some sense and ...

[mr. mixx]
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's stiff, he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety yak! (don't talk back!)
What you say to me boy?

2 Live Crew - Hoochie Mama

Big booty hoes hop wit it!
Hoochie mamas hop wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground
I don't know ya reputation
but all the niggas in the hood say it's all good
but the bitch ain't shit, so ya need to make a switch
Smackin on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Trife and slimy, don't try me
Playin on the phone, you supposed to be grown
Bitch stop lyin, I ain't wit it
Keep runnin ya mouth and I'ma stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs ho trainin
Ghetto ass always complainin
Tryin ta clown in front of my friends
By the way bitch, can I get those ends?
Fuck the asterisk you ain't no actress
Lay low the mattress, let a nigga scrag it
The bitch is full of dram
Hoochie hoodrat is a ho like a mom
Chorus 1:
She ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
Yeah, she ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
*repeat*
Ho I love ya big brown eyes
and the way you shake your thighs
Acting like your so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I don't need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One-two-light, pop that coochie
(Hoo wee!) Mommy style
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
Cos freaky shit is what I like
and I love to see two bitches dyke
My favourite job is 69
Bitch you know it's coochie time
Fuck what you heard and save ya drama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2: (x4)
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
Mama just don't understand
why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for
I gotta good girl but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous
Hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, all way my way
Trick a freak and I hit it on Friday
Girl you know ya look so cute
Ridin round town in ya Daisy Duke
Come on over for a visit
Let a nigga ride in ya Civic
Cos I like them ghetto hoochies
One who got them big ol' booties
Save the drama for your mama
All I want is my hoochie mama
Chorus 2
Like this!
You ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
She ain't nothin but a hoochie mama
Hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!
*repeat*

2 Live Crew - I Can't Go for That

Chorus:
(Mixx scratches "I can't go for that" and "nooo")

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Have you ever met a girl who dressed real fly
And wanted all the things that your money could buy?
She wanted gold chains, a brand new Louie
You gotta spend money to get that coochie
She'll find a man who thought he was raw
Then leave him heartbroken when his money was no more
She'll get any man and treat him nice
Now she wanted me, the Fresh Kid Ice
But I knew her game, and that's a fact
I'm sorry to say that ...

Chorus

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
You're taking my kindness for a weakness
I find out your game with the quickness
I'm streetwise; I can see no good
'Cause that's the law in my neighborhood
You think that you're slick, and you can get over
But not on me, Marquis, your brother
When I first met you, you seemed to be different
Now you're askin' me for money? I ain't with it!
You don't love me, so stop lyin'
Don't try to run a guilt-trip down by cryin'

Chorus

Verse 3
[FKI] Women these days aren't realistic
They'll drive a man crazy 'cause they're materialistic
Always wantin' things we can't afford
And when we say no, they pretend to be bored
[BM] You can't fool me or see through me
There's something about you that just gets to me
You're scummin, and bummin', I hate to see you come and
Want to get in my pockets? You gets nothin'!
"Baby, don't trip me," what's up with that?
I ain't no sucka, I can't go for that!

Chorus

2 Live Crew - Hangin' Out

"It's not the way to do it!"
[gunshots]
"Shut up bitch!"
"Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"
"You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."
"This is serious business."
"Come by boy!"

[Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice]
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!

[Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.]

[Verse 2: Brother Marquis]
Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!