2 Live Crew - PSK'95 lyrics

Mr. Mixx [Intro from the original PSK, which slows Down and switches to this track] Uh! Give it to me now!) (Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here we go now! Uh! Give it to me! Chorus: Brother Marquis PSK, we makin' that green b**hes always say what the hell does it mean? P is for the people who can't understand How one real n***a became a real man S is for the way I skeet in they mouth One by one we muttin' 'em out Man, them other n***as, y'all ain't did nothin' K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin' 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 She had a big a** and a phat Mercedes (Woo!) Turned around and seen this fine young lady 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 Heard about the way you throw that thang She said, Marquis, I know your game 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 n***a, this ain't no joke Before a n***a f**', yo, I got some head (What?) Took me to the crib, laid me on the bed I knew this was a rich lil' who*e She gave me $100, but I wanted some more Chorus (Uh! Bring it down now!) (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 Told me 'bout a party on 1.5 Man, that n***a's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!) Got in the party with my pockets fat b**hes on my dick 'cause I'm cool like that (True.) I got my pistol, jumped into my ride Now up in the set, who did I see? A f**-n***a from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "f**-a** n***a, I should k** you dead." The real Marquis ain't doin' no time A thought ran across my crazy-a** mind I looked in his face, he looked like sh** Siss-a** n***a ain't nothin' but a b**h! (Bring it to me!) Chorus Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go (Overtown! 15th y'all! One time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah! 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 motherf**er. We'll give it To ya on the next sh** y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo' p**y