Curt Chambers - Two Or More lyrics

[Verse 1] You n***as don't hear me though Turn it up, n***a, this sh**'s in stereo I walked in with a philly ho Let me give it to you, young locc, on the really though Hands, the keys, the Benz, the trees The birds, the bees, the C's, the G's I get it like I'm 'posed to, you should be close to me Right up under my wing Words I sing, verbs I bring Bread to the park, head in the dark Ready with art, I said it with heart Merely distorted, dearly departed Look what you started I'm cool as a mother and you acting retarded Just what the motherf**in' doctor ordered It's the d-o-g with the p-o-p Not one, not two, but three [Chorus] I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, d**, and s** Love, d**, and s** She likes love, d**, and s** [Verse 2] Have a seat and don't say one word Cause you will never catch Snoop Dogg with just one bird And if I do, I'll probably kick it to the curb And come anew Runnin' back, I'm-a keep runnin' through Hut one, hut two Down set, hike two, three, four We go overtime I'm-a give you something that's gonna blow your mind And take your time, relax a bit I came here to mack a b**h This P is so immaculate I rap a bit just to taste Puttin' hair to the snare to the ba** Snap that, Snapchat, flick it up One of me, three of ya'll, so lick it up I'm back to the hangin' again, bangin' again n***a, could you sing it again? [Chorus] I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, d**, and s** Love, d**, and s** She likes love, d**, and s** [Verse 3] Freak-a-leek, I speak the truth I got girls lined up trying to get in the booth Original, more like a miracle High definition visual, digital, minimal But it can be maxed out Track meet, more meat blow your back out I had to pull the 'lac out Cause there was too many of ya'll to be left out I stepped out mackish with the whole package Bread with the cabbage, me and a bad b**h Or two, make it three 31 flavors, n***a It gets no better than this Now, who in the world can get you more wetter than this? I'm back to the hangin' again, bangin' again n***a, could you sing it again? [Chorus] I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, d**, and s** Love, d**, and s** She likes love, d**, and s** [Outro] Two or more