2 Live Crew

(Note: Brother Marquis does all the verses.)

My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...

On Monday there's Melissa, I like to be with her
I get all her money and, a-then I diss her
On Tuesday there's Sareesa, she's my homeroom teacher
She said, "After school, I would love to meet you!"
I said "Bet!" with no regret
Because a night with her was one I wouldn't forget
So then I told all my homies and they all called me phony
And said I was kickin' a bunch of that baloney
But they soon found out, and now they all believe
'Cause every Tuesday after school, me and her would leave

My seven bizzos...(2x)
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...

On Wednesday there's Wanda, who looks like Jane Fonda
She said she likes bikes, so I put her on my Honda
I took her to the park, where it was pitch dark
She done what I asked right from the start
She got naked, then my dick got erected
Before I rocked her pussy, I had to check it
But when we're in school, she tries to play it cool
'Cause she doesn't want her rich friends to know the truth
But me and her both know all the facts
She's in love with the brother from the ghetto, who is black

My seven bizzos...(2x)
Seven days, seven ways, that's too much...
My seven bizzos...
Yeahhh.

On Thursday there's Trina, her perfume lingers
She likes to suck my dizzo, my tizzo and my finger
On Friday there's Frances, who likes to take chances
When her husband's at work, she does me dirty dances
She's my own private skeezer, she's not a dick-teaser
She knows what I like, and that's to please her
On Saturday there's Susie, who likes my jacuzzi
She steps in naked with her bare-ass booty
She takes a drink, then her head starts to sink
She slobs on Bob while I play with the pink

My seven bizzos...(2x)
Seven days, seven ways, too much...
My seven bizzos...

On Sunday there's Connie, who fucks with slick Ronnie
She's a tricky-dick bitch who's out for his money
She's always schemin' and hot like a demon
I thought I came in her mouth, but I was only peein'
Now all these hoes belong to one player
A hard dick brother and a pussy surveyor
Now y'all ain't heard? You better go ask your mother
That your sister's being dicked by Marquis, your brother

My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven ways, too much...
My seven bizzos...
Yeahhh.

Big booty hoes -- up wit it!
Hoochie mamas -- up wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground!

Verse 1: (brother marquis)
I dont know my reputation
But all the niggas in the hood say its all good
But the bitch aint shit, so you need to make a switch
Smackin on ya lips with your hands on your hips
Triflin slimy, dont try me
Playin on the phone? you supposed to be grown
Bitch, stop lyin, I aint with it
Keep runnin ya mouth and ima stick my dick in it
Hoochie hoodrat needs home training
Ghetto-ass always complaining
Tryin to clown in front of my friends
By the way, bitch, can I get those ends?
Fuck theatrics, you aint no actress
Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it
The bitch is full of drama!!
Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma!

Chorus (2x): (mr. mixx)
She aint nothin but a hoochie mama!
(hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!)
Yeah, she aint nothin but a hoochie mama!
(hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!)

Verse 2: (fresh kid ice)
Hoe I love your big brown eyes
And the way you shake your thighs
Actin like youre so damn cute
Let a real nigga just knock them boots
I dont need no confrontation
All I want is an ejaculation
cause I like them ghetto hoochies
Ones who like to pop that coochie
(hoo wee!) miami style!
Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild
cause freaky shit is what I like
And I love to see two bitches dyke
My favorite time is 69
Bitch you know its hoochie time
Fuck what you heard and save the drama
All I want is my hoochie mama!

Chorus (4x):

(luke)
You aint nothin but a hoochie ma-ma!
(hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!)

Verse 3: (brother marquis)
Mama just dont understand why I love your hoochie ass
Sex is what I need you for I got a good girl, but I need a whore
I like my bitch promiscous hot in the ass and ready to fuck
Foreplay your way, our way, my way
Trick or freak, and I hit it on friday

(fresh kid ice):
Girl, you know you look so cute
Ridin round town in ya dazzey dukes
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 (4x):

(luke):
You aint nothin but a hoochie ma-ma!
(hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!)

(luke):
Breakdown!!!
(mixx scratches: God damn, you a trooper!)

Outro(2x): (mr. mixx)
You aint nothin but a hoochie mama!
(hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!)
Yeah, she aint nothin but a hoochie mama!
(hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!)

(feat. 2 Live Crew & Christion)

[Numskull talking]

Like they always say, what's good fo Num, is always good fo Yuk. Let's
Get high.

[Christion]

20 blunts, a day,
Hin, an ala-zae.
20 blunts, a day,
Hin, an ala-zae.

[Christion, Numskull, Yukmouth]

One,[echos],(Drink-A-Lot.... all day)
Two,[echos]
Five,[echos],(Smoke-A-Lot.... all day)
Twenty,[echos]

[Verse 1: Numskull]

You know what I came to do,
Came to drink wit a gold face same as you,
Drop a fifty on the bar,
For a fifth of Hindu,
Got freaks wit me gotta get gin too,
I know hoes think the same as me,
Cuz they came to the club lookin like freak nasty,
Pullin niggaz on the floor,
Dance nasty as you wanna,
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Lap dance in the corner,
Same ol shit,
Same ol hits,
Same ol click,
Same ol dick,
Bitch don't look in my eyes,
Cuz I ain't payin,
Ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin,
Juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see,
Cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me,
Pop a coochie to the back,
Pop a coochie to the front,
But damn, open yo thighs pick up my nigga BLUNT,
What ya really want,
What ya really need,
Pop the breaks on that shit an lets get keyed,
Girl I always pictured you in neon lights,
Big 44 double D's,
What a sight,
You an me both we can get respect,
Two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck,
You my type,
You ol hoe,
You my type,
You know.

[Chorus: Christion]

Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin like I wanna hurl.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I'm gonna leave this world.
Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot all day,
Hin, an ala-zae, that's why I'm lookin this way.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I need a lil mo.
Hin, an ala-zae, send yo mama to the store.
Hin, an ala-zae, I can't keep my vision straight.
Hin, an ala-zae.

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]

ZAE??

Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot,
Why you smoke??
20 blunts a day, you don't choke,
Why bitches doggystyle, nut down yo throat,
Get up while my dick on yo coat,
An I'm bumpin Too $hort,
Down the block,
Three on fourth,
My nigga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E.,
Nickle an dime ass nigga,
To a top hat balla,
Big rigga like E-Fourtee,
Niggaz know me,
Smoke-A-Lot only smoke weed, blow trees,
Whole keys,
See me in a E-3 dub,
Rollin sweet up, everytime you see Yuk,
Peep us,
Only bad bitches beep us,
Turn yo main squeaze into a cheata,
Smokin reefa,
Took off my DK's,
An she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka,
An her pussy,
Lift yo ass cheeks up so I could see,
Mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie,
Woogie,
Bust nuts on yo Donna Carra hoodie if it's all goodie,
An be a,
Ride a Benz wit my knees what??
Breakin trees up,
Rollin weed up,
On my way to the V-up,
To put the g's up,
See Yuk,
Hella high, tinky eyed like Korea.

[chorus]

20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day.
20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger.
20 blunts a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed.
20 blunts a day, that's why I'm lookin this way.
20 blunts a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo,
20 blunts a day, sticky, sticky indo,
20 blunts a day, step aside an let me blaze
20 blunts a day.
Blazed.

[2 live Crew]

[Verse 3: Black Marquis]

Do it on the way to San Jose,
20 blunts a day from the dock of the Bay,
Niggaz I'm scratch,
But they call it Killa Kali,
I'm walkin through the spot in my crocodile ballies,
20 bag please,
20 Deep East,
I finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree,
Wit my dime piece mommie,
Queen bees keeper,
When the bitch shake her ass,
Nigga you should see her,
Wit a taped on braclet,
Diamond laced watches,
Mosskimo jeans,
Wit her condoms in the pocket,
The bitch is real bad in a drop-top Jag,
Sittin on chrome shelf on paper tag,
Slidin off g-string off in a coach bag,
Dolla sign eyes, an a stash full of hash.

[Verse 4: Young Smooth Ice]

Back to the side where niggaz blaze,
Home of the crew, an the booty shake,
Straight packed club where the hoes be poppin,
Dick all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin,
Lookin fo the one that'll do me right,
Who keep me cummin all through the night,
Ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees,
Fuck me,
Suck me,
But nigga please,
Let a nigga hit it,
Bitch I know you wit,
From the back, cuz my dicks all in it,
I stick it in, like it ain't no thang,
Dick stay hard,
OD'd on Ginseng,
Come an be my private dancer,
A playa like me is yo only answer,
Holla at yo boy if you wanna play,
I got hoes from Miami, up to the Bay. [echos]

[chorus]

Coolin' in Miami one summer day
Drivin down the streets along the bay
My girls' hair's blowin' in the breeze
Her skin's gettin' tanned 'cause it's 90 degrees
I took her home and met the homeboys
Before gettin' bored we'll avoid the noid
Went to Opa Locka, jumped in Luke's jet
To the Bahamas and Mixx said, "Bet"
We landed in Naussau, when walkin downtown
We met four females, all of were down
Went to the beach on Paradise Isle
We played water sports and had sex for a while
Before we knew it it was time to go
'cause the very next day we had a show
We'll let the people see that 2 Live is rulin'
(Now back to the crib where we'll be coolin')

Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard
Rollin' two deep as I drop the top
Beams from the sun light up the city
As I roll through sidin', sittin real pretty
It's a hot summer day and I feel good
So I turned up some music and hit the neighborhood
Spoke to the brothers, sweatin' the ladies
I bumped into my homeboy Ice in the Mercedes
Went up on the ave. where they hustle real hard
Skeezers on the side cold jockin' our cars
Someone called my name, so I yoked it quick
And kicked it to the girlies who was all on the tip
As nightfall came I was still out there
Havin' fun on the one, carefree without a care
You say it, we can play it, I'm here for the choosin'
Marquis is chillin' hard, coolin'

Livin' the life of the rich and famous
We never had it so good, so who can blame us?
Here's a toast to our success
Break out the Dom 'cause we owe it to ourselves
So let's find a hideaway in the Carribean
Sail the ocean like a long-shore seaman
Goin' to the Islands to have some fun
Hit the beach and take in a little sun

Feelin' the breezes of the cool winds blowin'
On a mission, not knowin' where I'm goin'
It's a free day, and I got free time
And I'm loving every minute of this life of mine
You see, the lady I choose must like to cool
In a freak's cut bikini by the pool

Havin' good times, that's what we'll be doin'
Like millionaires, stone cold coolin'

("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!

( ) = the fellas
( ) = the ladies
( ) = the crowd
| | = Luke using white accent

Luke:
If you believe in having sex, say hell yeah! (Hell yeah!)
If you believe in having sex, say hell, fuck yeah! (Hell, fuck yeah!)
When I say S, you say E, when I say X, you say sex!
S! (E!) X! (SEX!!) Let's go!!

*the beat starts here*

Do the ladies run this muthafucker? (Hell yeah!)
Do the fellas run this muthafucker? (Hell yeah!)
Do the ladies run this muthafucker? (Hell, fuck yeah!)
Do the fellas run this mutha? (Hell, fuck yeah!)
All hoes! (Suck dick!) All niggas! (Eat pussy!)
All hoes! (Drink dick!) All niggas! (Eat pussy!)
Bulldaggers! (Suck pussy!) All faggots! (Suck dick!)
Bulldaggers! (Suck pussy!) All faggots! (Drink dick!)

Now, now hold on, hold up, fellas, I wanna know ALL the fellas out there
who gon' get some pussy! Aaight? I want y'all to repeat after me.

Say "I'm gon' get some pus-sy!" (I'm gon' get some pus-sy!)
Say "I'm gon' get some pus-sy!" (I'm gon' get some pus-sy!)

Now ladies, I want y'all to repeat after me if y'all got somethin' to say to

these niggas out here, all right, ladies? Y'all ready to do this, ladies?

Say "You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!" (You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!)
"'Cause you ain't got no money!" ('Cause you ain't got no mon-ey!)
Say "You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!" (You ain't gettin' no pus-sy!)
"'Cause you ain't got no money!" ('Cause you ain't got no mon-ey!)

Oh shit! Oh shit!
These women gettin' loose on y'all fellas. But hold on,

fellas, we gon' get these women, all right,
I got somethin' for y'all to say:

"Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!"
(Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!)
Lemme hear ya say "Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!"
(Take, your crabby, ass home, BIIITCH!)
All the ladies say, "Eat, my pussy! Eat, eat, my pus-sy!"
(Eat, my pussy! Eat, eat, my pus-sy!)
All the ladies say, "Eat, this pussy! Eat, eat, this pus-sy!"
(Eat, this pussy! Eat, eat, this pus-sy!)

Okay, okay, I-I-I can't forget about my white-boy friends at the depot;
|Fuckin' 'ey, dudes, you wanna get yer cock sucked?? Repeat after me!!|

|"Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!"|
(Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!)
|You guys, say, "Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!"|
(Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!)
Now I know why everybody like having sex, more than they
like doin' anything else in the whole world. Okay, fellas,
I wanna know what y'all like about havin' sex.

Is it less fillin'? (No, it tastes great!)
Is it less fillin'? (No, it tastes great!)

Now ladies,
I wanna know what all y'all fine-ass ladies like about havin sex.
Aaight, ladies, y'all gon' tell me? Y'all gon' tell me?
Okay, y'all tell me.

Does it taste great? (No, it's less fillin'!)
Does it taste great? (No, it's less fillin'!)

(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
*the beat stops here*
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)
(Less fillin'!) (Tastes great!)

*the group gradually stops
and we hear them making comments as they leave the studio*

Chorus:
(Mixx cuts "Get Loose Now" from "It Takes Two")

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
People everywhere, just check this out
Say, something brand new that'll make you shout
For you, and you, and all to see
The dopest rhymes, said by me
Listin' these facts for all to know
How to rock a party, keep the crowd on the go
It starts with the beat, then comes the rhyme
The stance that's hard to keep you on time
We'll add a little scratch to give some flavor
So the mix'll be right for you to savor
There's only one way to move the crowd:
Bass level up high, volume level up loud
To do youre best, you gotta believe
And what you want, you'll soon achieve
It's who you know to get your juice
I started with rhymes and I get loose!

Chorus

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
This is a section, some of a rehearsal
So sucker MC's don't take it personal
I don't mean to talk about you or put you down
But I get loose out the door and go and freestyle
You see, the point I'm trying to make comes out so clear
I be bustin' lyrics 'till I leave here
I don't claim to be the best; I'm funky, not fresh
I just want to get respected, with all the rest
You see, I come from down South, talk slick out my mouth
I went to New York and got kicked out
Because they don't like me; they just like us as a whole
'Cause the music we make (?) we got soul
So tell me the truth; it's monkey see monkey do
We cuss on a record; now you wanna cuss too
>From Hi-top fades to jhericurl juice
Watch Marquis y'all, as I get loose!

Chorus

Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice
Get on up, let me bust a rhyme
Something that happened ahead this time
I was coolin' out, doin' my work
Then suddenly, it went berserk
Marquis came in with a couple girls
All the boys went crazy, takin' off clothes
We all got naked, no time to front
Clear the desk, 'cause you know what I want
Grabbed one by the hair, threw her on the floor
Opened her thighs, and guess what I saw
A hell of a mess, oh, what a bush
In a couple of minutes I'll be there to push
And back and forth, the momentum goes
I keep on strokin' as I get on my toes
She kept on moanin' 'till she started to juice
I'm in control when I get loose!

Chorus

I bring home the bacon
B**ch I put it in your hand
But behind my back b**ch
You been seen with another man
Oh I just had to shed a tear
B**ch you got to leave here
Is it me or him baby?
So long my motherf**kin' dear

Come lay your black a** down
Right beside me
Hold onto my d**k
While I grab a little bit of that pu**y
Suck it right
B**ch suck it all night
And if you ask me to eat some pu**y
I choke your black a** all night

Since my baby left me
I been doin' well on my own
F**ked the neighbour's wife
And broke up a happy home
Now the b**ch wanna live with me
This long d**k Chinese
B**ch if you can't fry rice
Well get your bald-head a** out tonight

I met this raggedy b**ch
Down on southwest eighth street
I f**k that b**ch from the top of her head
To the bunyons on her motherf**kin' feet
I said B**ch as long as your pu**y is
It's a g*ddamn sin
I gotta hold an ironing board across your chest
To keep from fallin' in "

("Break it on down!")

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Now let me break it on down and tell the story
When they say "2 Live," your mama gets worried
When they speak of us, the negative get mentioned
But we don't care; thanks for your attention
An underground sound, talkin' shit off the street
That Ghetto Style with a hard-ass beat
Our explicit lyrics tells it like it is
If you don't like what I'm saying, get the fuck outta here!
Luke Skyywalker, the man, not a myth
The king of the ghetto, down with the clique
As he gets mixin' he don't like attention;
He just likes to hear crowd participation
Pumpin' up the people, makin' them one crowd
All in one motion, screamin' out loud
Together as one in every town
Slash' em on up, Luke! ("Break it on down!")

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
The definition of a good DJ
Is one who rocks the beat so the rhymes I say,
To get the party jumpin', is how I get paid
Benefits of a hit is when I get laid
Mr. Mixx is the one to get things goin'
So the rhymes we say will always be flowin'
Maximizin' the effect of our vocals
Whether nationwide or even local
His cuts and scratches taken to the extreme
Can only be matched in another's dreams
Doin' things with his body that couldn't be done
Rockin' the masses all for fun
He's always needed after every show
The Treach DJ, the only one you should know
Step to the Mixx and get the crowd off the ground
Come on, Mr. Mixx, and ("Break it on down!")

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
If you ask me to rap, rap for you I'll do so
I'm the type of nigga that'll break it down slow
I rhyme like an artist, such as DaVinci
Like the Mona Lisa, I'm a sight to see
This is not a tale and I'm not a character
Just a kind of MC who loves to harass ya
Out my dome, I'll start thinkin'
Get so funky 'til I start stinkin'
I don't think slow when it comes to rhymes
When times create, I shift to overdrive
Now all the competition, they're my last worries
I'll take 'em out quick, fast and in a hurry
Now I can go the distance, I can go the length
It's not the weak, because it's all in the strength
You don't know? You mean you ain't heard?
Yours truly, Marquis, can ("Break it on down!")

(We'll make you feel the beat)

(Brother Marquis)
My mama and your mama was talking little shit
My mama called your mama a bulldagging ass bitch
I know your sister, and the bitch ain't shit
She slayed me and all the boys
And even sucked our dicks
Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun
Jack got mad, kicked Jill in the ass
Cause she couldn't make him cum
Mama Bear and Papa Bear went for a walk through the forest
Mama Bear asked Papa Bear could he eat her porridge
Papa Bear said 'shit bitch, you must think I'm sick
Just get down here, on your knees
And suck this bear-ass dick'
Abraham Lincoln was a good old man
He hopped out the window with his dick in his hand
Said 'excuse me ladies, I'm doing my duty
So pull down your pants and give me some boody'

(Fresh Kid Ice)
There's an old lady who lives in a shoe
Got a house full of kids don't know what to do
She sucked and fucked all the niggas around
When it's time to pay rent couldn't none be found
Little miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
With her legs gapped open wide
Up came a spider, looked up inside her
And said 'that pussy's wide'
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Fucking this cutie pie
Stuck in his thumb, made the bitch cum
Said 'hell of a nigga am I'
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall
Cause a hoe on the ave. was sucking his balls
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put that fat motherfucker back together again

(Luke)
Hey wait, I got one, did this, I got one, check this out
The two dudes, dig this, the two dudes
Two dudes dressed like nuns, right

(Brother Marquis)
Little Red Riding Hood was on her way
To grandmother's house
But before she got there she met this man
That turned her hot ass out

(Fresh Kid Ice)
Rupunzle, Rupunzle let down your hair
The dog's on my ass and getting near
The hair came loose and fell in a lake
Bitch check the weave that's in that lake

(Luke)
Bitch, get that weave out!
You dirty bitch, get that weave out!
Mix say, bitch get that weave out...

(Hey! You ruined my record, man, I just bought it!) - Cheech and Chong