Übersetzung: MR. 3-2. Warum.
so I'm makin transacts at my low key spot keep a glock automatic with extended clips cause I ain't tryna hear that ole weak ass shit [Chorus x2: 3-2] Why
t ask why my jeans splattered with these white stains Where you goin', what you doin' tonight? Stop runnin', where you goin', what you doin'? [Verse 2
it But they game is strong and they tongue is long A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone! [Chorus: Brother Marquis and Mr.Mixx] A bulldagger done
: Let's get it on, I'm open real wide! [Chorus 2x: Mr. Mixx] I wanna do the damn thaaaaAAANG! (Then do the damn thing!) I wanna do the damn thaaaang
known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A.D. Educate is what we do With permission from the 2 Live Crew 'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you
: 1-2 1-2 I am the dominating Fresh Kid Ice And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother And introducing to you on the two turntables: The Treach
somethin' ... Comeon now, let's go ... well, you know we can go half on it, baby ... [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Gore always asks him why he sexes so much
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]
: [Mr. Mixx] Check it out y'all Ch-ch-check it out y'all 2 - 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Fresh - Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice Tre - Treach
like my nigga Mr. Herb take a toke as your heart goes full arrest I got tha bomb so nigga, fuck tha rest ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin' and let
crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin [Verse 3: 2
(chorus) Mr.President we tired we tiredd we tired we tired we tired we tiredddd of youuuuuuu (of youuuuuu) of yo yo yoouu Mr. President we tired we
flying (verse 2) Well nuff a dem no ready Dem think dem have its steady Dem feels seh fi dem think ???? weddy weddy excuse me mr bombo you drunken dan
Kymberli Intro: Beenie Man Zagga! Well I am di surgeon general Kymberli: I want me a mean green marine, all them lovers are sex machines Hey Mr. Lover
Canzoni</a> Cause music a fi play dem, yeh Mr. Robbie him bass dem, well Taxi Gang come tell dem dat Verse 1: Well Mr. Sly, well Music we
know di shotta ago put down dem gun. Verse 3: If wi nuh try wi ago die unda di system Only di poora class a people a victim That's why wi mek up all
