2 Live Crew - 2 Live Is Here (explicit version) lyrics

Juvenile voice: I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away... Clay D: YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!) GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!) COME ON NOW, GET IT! (EVERYBODY!!) GET IT UP, GET IT UP! (COME ON!) 2 LIVE IS HERE, COME ON! (HEYYYYY!) EVERYBODY! (COME ON, COME ON!) JUST GET ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!) LET'S GO! LET'S GO! (OW! OW!) HEYYYYYY! Verse 1 (Kid Ice) Here we go, back to turn it out The nastiest n***as representin' the South With the freakiest b**hes from the sunshine state Dissin' off n***as out to playa hate bu*t-naked hoes is all we do 'Cause no one got the freaks like the Crew Runnin' through the nation without a care Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here! (Marquis) You're f**in' with the best of 'em, f** the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya I got the booty doin' big thangs So bow down to the kings of the motherf**in' 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 b**h's mouth off in a trickin' house Ridin', lickin', peepin', blowin' Stop, pick up the b**h that's hoin', and keep goin' Marquis ain't gon' ever change I'ma stay in the street just as well as my name Shine like the diamond I'm named after When it comes to trickin' hoes, I'm a motherf**in' master Chorus Verse 3 (Kid Ice) We're the first motherf**ers in the ba** 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 b**hes know what's the time with me I f** 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street Brother Marquis ain't nothin' to f** with So don't get mad if I f** 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