THE 2 LIVE CREW

THE 2 LIVE CREW - 2 Live Party lyrics

Do ya wanna have a party?

2 live is throwin' another party!

Buttnaked ass shakin' party

Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party

We're gonna see ya at the party

Another motherfuckin' 2 live party

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice

Deep down south, we love to party

Dance floors packed, hoes shakin' they bodies

70's music still rulin' the disco

>From South Beach to San Francisco

A late night fever, a sex crazed land

Wild-ass hoes to the one night stand

Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts

Talk about they ride, a 60s 'Vert

Listenin' to oldies bumpin' the sounds

Forget that shit, buy the underground

Underground station that ain't legit

Playin' them cuss-words, dropping that shit

Party from the club, to the streets

Hangin' on cars, solicitin' freaks

It ain't over, it's time to play

Don't stress ya'll, let's par-tyyy!

Chorus

Verse 2: Freak Nasty

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 that D, yeah

Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party

When them hoes freak everybody

Them other girls just bore me

But the 2 Live girls make Me So Horny

I had a hoe doin' S & M

Marquis had a hoe doin' her and him

Chinaman had 'em gettin' down low

And m' boy King T was bringin' three mo'

Come one come all if you can hang

But you gotta Move Somethin' and Do the Damn Thang

Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt

2 Live, Freak Nasty, what's up!

Chorus

Verse 3: Brother Marquis

What'll know 'bout havin' a party?

Fall up in the club, the envy of everybody

You make the money, so spend it

Baller parkin' Benz's 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'

Let's make this night one to remember

If you fuckin' with me, you're fuckin' with a real nigga

You can jump in the 'Vert, baby, and ride out

I'll have you suckin' me up at the hide-out

Tell a bitch quick, I ain't beggin' nor buyin'

Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin'?

It's a good time nigga, that's what I'm all about

Get the money get the pussy, get the map, I'm out

Chorus

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