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2 Live Crew - As Nasty as They Wanna Be Lyrics






Me So Horny

"What'll we get for ten dollars?"
"Every 'ting you want"
"Everything?"
"Every 'ting"
"Oh, don't do that, baby, ah"
"Hold on this, oh, sock it to me, ah"
"Oh"

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the seven digits
Said, "Yo, this Marquis, baby, are you down with it?"
I arrived at her house, knocked on the door
Not having no idea of what the night had in store
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Girls always ask me why I f*ck so much
I say "What's wrong, baby doll, with a quick nut?"
'Cause you're the one, and you shouldn't be mad
I won't tell your mama if you don't tell your dad
I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your pussy busted
Won't your mama be so mad if she knew I got that ass?
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

You can say I'm desperate, even call me perverted
But you say I'm a dog when I leave you f*cked and deserted
I'll play with your heart just like it's a game
I'll be blowing your mind while you're blowing my brains
I'm just like that man they call Georgie Puddin' Pie
I f*ck all the girls and I make 'em cry
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

"Hold on this, oh, sock it to me, ah"

"Hold on this, oh, sock it to me, ah"

"Hold on this, oh, sock it to me, ah"

"Hold on this, oh, sock it to me, ah"

Ah, me so horny
Ah
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

It's true, you were a virgin until you met me
I was the first to make you hot and wetty-wetty
You tell your parents that we're goin' out
Never to the movies, just straight to my house
You said it yourself, you like it like I do
Put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole too
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Ah, me so horny
Me love you long time

"F*ckie suckie"
"F*ckie suckie"
"Me f*ckie suckie"
"F*ckie suckie"
"Me f*ckie suckie"
"F*ckie suckie"
"Me f*ckie suckie"
"F*ckie suckie"
"F*ckie suckie"
"Me f*ckie suckie"
"F*ckie suckie"

Me so horny
So, so horny
Me so horny
Me love you long time

"Me f*ckie suckie"
"F*ckie suckie"

Me so horny
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Writer: David Hobbs, Michael Ross, Ricardo Williams, Chris Won, Luther Roderick Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






Put Her in the Buck

Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
There's only one way to have a good time
F*ck that pussy and make it mine
Lay the bitch on the bed, flat on her back
Hold her legs up high, make the pussy splak
You can put her in the buck by sittin' on a sink
Wrap her legs 'round you, now take this DICK!

Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
It's a position in sex that's done by the masters
It ain't the 69 or what you learned in class
It increases the intensity of a f*ck
Legs up high, known as the buck
WRONG It's the way to give her more than what she wants
RIGHT It's the way to give her more than she wants
Like the doggystyle, you get all the c*nt
'Cause all men try real hard to do it
WRONG To have her walk in front and we try to abuse it
RIGHT To have her walkin' funny we try to abuse it
A big stinkin' pussy can't do it all
WRONG So we try real hard to bust the walls
RIGHT So we try real hard just to bust the walls
Like THIS!!

Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!

Verse 3: Fresh Kid Ice
I'll break you down and dick you long
Bust your pussy then break your backbone
I'll go between them legs that's open wide
Pushin' this dick from side to side
WRONG Straight to the ceiling, now I'm feeling the feelin'
RIGHT Legs to the ceiling, now i'm feeling the feeling
When I bust a nut, your ass'll be screamin'!!

Luke:
NOW PUT 'ER IN THE BUCK!!!!
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Dick Almighty

[FKI]
Dick the Almighty's of no surprise
It'll f*ck all the bitches all shapes and sizes
She'll climb a mount, even run the block
Just to kiss the head of this big black cock
It'll tear the pussy open cause some satisfaction
The bitch won't leave its fail attraction
Dick's so powerful she'll kneel and break
Awaitin' her time hopin' soon to slay

[BM]
That dick will make a bitch cry
We're f*ckin' a bitch that's tight inside
That dick has got a spell on you
Once he gets inside you'll act the fool
That dick will make a bitch act cute
Suck my dick bitch and make it puke
Jump up on it, grab it like you want it
If you could wear a dick, bitch you would fraught it
That dick!

[FKI]
Bitches are the ones thinkin' dicks get soft
They f*ck one time and they got all
Thinkin' it's slick just to ride the dick
To make a nigger come and then he'll quit
But not the long one, I won't play that shit
Put her ass in the buck and kill the clit
It's 12" long, 8" thick
Last name Almight, first name is Dick

[BM]
That dick is a motherf*cker
I can't be pussy-licked by a dicksucker
That dick would drive a bitch crazy
Bitches wanna f*ck when you're tired and lazy
That dick, sometimes cost you money
Don't be blamed for a child that's not yours, dummy!
That dick is a greedy bitch's dinner
I let a bitch fee, before I go up in her
That dick!

[FKI]
Bitches go crazy after all-night f*cks
Startin' from the back then do the buck
Since a good dick is hard to find
I kill that pussy then f*ck your mind
Bitches like the dick, just claim the fee
Forget the salad, just eat my meat
They pay big dollars, 'cause they don't come free
To spend time with the dick, the Almighty

[BM]
That dick will make you cheat on your man
Make you so freaky and hot in the ass
That dick will make you hurt yourself
When you don't have dick you fingerf*ck yourself
That dick is an awful thing
But you bulldagger bitches are f*ckin' up the game
Rubbin' belly to belly, and skin to skin
F*ckin' like hair but ain't no dick goin' in
That dick!
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Cmon Babe

[sound of woman being f*cked]

[Verse 1: Brother Marquis]
When the party's over, we can get together,
Go to my house and f*ck forever,
And do whatever comes to mind
Let me stick my dick in your behind
You can pour me a glass of Dom Perignon
Then suck my dick until I cum
Soft is your body, tender is your kiss
C'mon, baby, we can do this!

[Fresh Kid Ice]
No need to act stuck-up, pretty and seditty
Got a funky disposition and you think you're witty
You're not used to people saying things like this
It's called criticism, and not a diss
I only give compliments when they are due
Now I'm gonna tell you all the truth
You claim to be a virgin, I mean the purest
I'll be gentle, baby, 'cause we can do this!

[Verse 2: Brother Marquis]
Love is the key to end all your woes
You'll be my bitch, not a dirty hoe
Together as one we will be
I'll be f*cking you and you'll be sucking me
Then lick my ass up and down
Lick it 'till your tongue turns doo-doo brown
Don't try to be slick and give me a kiss
C'mon, baby, we can do this!

[Fresh Kid Ice]
Bitch, it's time to spend the night
Let's walk the beach in the moonlight
Holding each other like lovers do
When the pussy's wet, I'll know what to do
Makin' love, holdin' you near
Screams and moans is all I hear
Quick is your tongue,soft is your lips
Suck it, bitch, 'cause you can do this!

[Verse 3: Brother Marquis]
Let's get it goin' on, let's act a fool
Listen and learn while I take you to school
You say you don't f*ck on the first date?
Then f*ck you, bitch! I ain't gonna wait
'Cause my dick is hard and my back is strong
I'll find another bitch to get it on
'Cause now is the time so stop the bullshit
C'mon, baby, we can do this!

[Fresh Kid Ice]
As you move your body, the shit you say
Will make any man want to stay
'Cause being with you is all I ask
And f*cking you will be my task
My lonely nights will be filled with fun
No more clubs and sex on the run
Just suck this dick, while here I lay
You can do this, so c'mon, babe!

[Mixx cuts "F*ck me, bitch!"]

[Verse 4: Brother Marquis]
Bitch, you say you's gonna give me some
Now you wanna start acting dumb
You wanna play cat and mouse
When I catch you, I'ma stick my dick in your mouth
Now stop the teasin' and start the pleasin'
Just f*ck me good until I skeet
Bitch, stop fakin', you need to quit it
C'mon, baby, 'cause we can do this!

[Fresh Kid Ice]
Step to me and fall to your knees
Suck this dick, put me at ease
Do something special you know I like
Smokin' head and please don't bite
Slow and easy I pull the seat back
Up and down, as I climax
Steady in motion, I quietly say
We can do this, so suck it, babe!

[Woman's voice:] "I think that type of sexual activity is disgusting!"
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Writer: Chris Wong Won, David Hobbs, Luther Roderick Campbell, Michael Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






Dirty Nursery Rhymes

[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 badass dick'
Abraham Lincoln was a good old man
He hopped out the window with his dick in his hand
Said 'excuse me lady, 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 f*cked 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
F*cking 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 motherf*cker 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
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Writer: D'AGOSTINO, GILMORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






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 f*ck 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 townSlash' 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
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2 Live Blues

[Brother Marquis:]
I bring home the bacon
Bitch I put it in your hand
But behind my back bitch
You been seen with another man
Oh I just had to shed a tear
Bitch you got to leave here
Is it me or him baby?
So long my motherf*ckin' dear

[Luke Skyywalker:]
Come lay you black ass down
Right beside me
Hold onto my dick
While I grab a little bit of that pussy
Suck it right
Bitch suck it all night
And if you ask me to eat some pussy
I choke your black ass all night

[Fresh Kid Ice:]
Since my baby left me
I been doin' well on my own
F*cked the neighbour's wife
And broke up a happy home
Now the bitch wanna live with me
This long dick Chinese
Bitch if you can't fry rice
Well get your bald-head ass out tonight

[Mr. Mixx:]
I met this raggedy bitch
Down on southwest eighth street
I f*ck that bitch from the top of her head
To the bunyons on her motherf*ckin' feet
I said Bitch as long as your pussy is
It's a goddamn sin
I gotta hold an ironing board across your chest
To keep from fallin' in
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I Ain't Bullshittin'

("I said listen, bitch. I ain't gonna say it too many god damn times.")

[Mr. Mixx scratches]
[Luke]
I'm gonna say it one time...
("I ain't bullshittin'")
And I'm gonna say that-
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")

[Luke]
Now what I'm gonna say I'm only say it one time and one time only...
The people who I do offend--if I offend you and you take it in a personal way then personally, I don't give a damn
'Cause first of all what I'm gonna say now is gonna be very so true, I mean like very true
So, if you don't like it, f*ck you
Now I'm gonna tell you a little something about the little clique we aren't in. We're not in, I mean, you know the clique...we travel all around the world on tours with groups and they really don't like us
You know, a lot of suckers talk a lot of shit about us, and a lot of bitches talk a lot of shit about us
So, uh, we say something like this here...

[Mr. Mixx scratches]
("I ain't bullshittin'")
{Luke} And you know all them...
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
Do it over
And the bitch wasn't shit
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
I...
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
Say it one more time
("Bet she wasn't shit")

[Luke]
Now let me tell you a story about this kid, who has a record, who really likes talking to pipes, if you know what I mean
I mean, man cub only sold a hundred and fifty thousand strong
I mean, he need to get up on his own shit, instead of getting in Billboard talking shit about the 2 Live Crew...
You know who I'm talking--I mean, man name is MC Shine...is his name Shine? What?
F*ck what his name is, I mean cuz don't even know his ass from a hole in the ground
He got some f*cked up Pumas on, I mean you know he ain't getting paid shit, cause, uh...we can even see his feet
And you know something? My nigga...yo, scratch something for him

[Mr. Mixx scratches]
("I ain't bullshittin'")
And my nigga was
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
Get that pipe out your mouth
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
One more time, tell him:
("Bet she wasn't shit")

[Luke]
And now we wanna know who's actually doin' it with the R...
I mean like, doin' it with the R? Who's sucking the R's dick? Somebody in New York who controls shows, and national tours, who don't let us play on national tours...
They are sucking a certain person's dick, a certain group's dick. One MC, and one DJ, and the initials of her name is...C.L
(Laughs) Y'all know her, we know her
Personally, I don't give a f*ck about the bitch

[Mr. Mixx scratches]

("I ain't bullshittin'")
And you know what I said? The bitch wasn't--
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
And you know what I said? The bitch wasn't--
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
The bitch was never
("Bet she wasn't shit")

[Luke]
I just want y'all to know one thing, and one thing only...
We made this one record so it can get played in New York City
And I know it will get played in New York City, more times than you ever thought it would get played because we only talk about people who don't like us
And for all you other one million people out there, we love y'all...

[Mr. Mixx scratches]
("I ain't bullshittin'")
And the rest of them
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
("Bet she wasn't shit")
("I ain't bullshittin'")
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Get Loose Now

[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]
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The Fuck Shop

(gong noise)

[Luke]
WELCOME TO THE F*CK SHOOOOP!
(gong noise)

[Fresh Kid Ice]
There's only one place where we can go
Where the price is right just to f*ck a hoe
It's always popular with the girls and the guys
Cause for all my money, it's the best buy
Ten dollars, two hours is the time of the stay
It's more than enough time to slay
Each room has a bed and also a sink
So you can wash your dick after f*cking the pink
But be careful of the things that you use
Cause you can get arrested for sex abuse
So as you hit the door and the panties drop
A lot of suckin' and f*ckin' at the F*ck Shop!

[Brother Marquis]
Please come inside, make yourself at home
I want to f*ck, cause my dick's on bone
You little whore behind closed doors
You would drink my cum and nothing more
Now spread your wings open for the flight
Let me fill you up with something milky and white
Cause I'm hopin' to slay you, rough and painful
You innocent bitch, don't be shameful
Break out the ice cubes and the hot water
This is the second half and not the second quarter
I'll f*ck you 'till you sleep; you'll sleep like a baby
And in your dreams, you'll say I'm crazy
In the F*ck Shop!

[Luke (squeaky voice)]
YOU'RE IN THE F*CK SHOP, BABEEEE!
I WANNA SEE YOU BLEED!!

[Luke]
In the F*ck Shop! That's where it's at!
In the F*ck Shop! The place to splack!
In the F*ck Shop! Where all the boys go!
In the F*ck Shop! F*ckin' all the hoes!

(gong noise)

[Luke]
THANK YOU FOR F*CKIN' AT THE F*CK SHO-O-O-OP!!
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If You Believe In Having Sex

[ ] = 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, f*ck yeah! {Hell, f*ck 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 muthaf*cker? (Hell yeah!)
Do the fellas run this muthaf*cker? [Hell yeah!]
Do the ladies run this muthaf*cker? (Hell, f*ck yeah!)
Do the fellas run this mutha? (Hell, f*ck 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 want to 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;


<"Suck, my cock and I'll eat yer pussee!!">
[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 want to 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 want to 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*
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Writer: Chris Wong Won, David Hobbs, Luther Roderick Campbell, Michael Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






My Seven Bizzos

[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 f*cks 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.
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Get the Fuck out of My House

(It's my house, and if you don't like it, you get the f*ck out! )

House
House
House
House
House

Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out my house, bitch

Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out my house, bitch

You in my house now, you talkin' all that shit
So get the f*ck out, you sorry ass bitch
You come in my house, eatin' all my shit
So get the f*ck out, you sorry ass bitch

Bitch bitch bit-bit bitch bitch
Bitch bitch bit-bit bitch bitch

Bit, bit-bit bit bit bit bit
Bit bit bit, bit bit bit

Get the f*ck, get the f*ck, get the f*ck out, bitch

Get up off yo' ass, and clean up all this shit
Look at you, you sorry ass, low-down raggedy bitch
You sittin' 'round my house, smokin' all this shit
So get on out my house, you slimy ass bitch

How-how-how-how-how-house (bitch)
How-how-how-how-how-house (bitch)

Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out my house (bitch)

You callin' all your friends (bitch) on my telephone (bitch)
You need to leave all them bull-dykin' bitches alone (bitch)
I got bitches that do shit for me that you could never do (bitch)
They suck me, f*ck me and give me money, too

Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out
Get the f*ck out my house, bitch

Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out my house

Bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit-bit

How-how-how-how-house (how)
How-how-how-how-house (how)
How (how) how (how) huh how haw huh how

So get yo' ass out, of my muh-f*ckin' house
Let the door don't hit you where the dog shoulda bit you
You lazy-ass bitch, I don't need to take this shit
So get the f*ck out of my motherf*ckin' house

Bitch
Get the f*ck out
Bitch
Get the f*ck out my house

[It's my house, and if you don't like it, you get the f*ck out! I don't give a f*ck!

House House
House House
House House House House
How-how-how-how-how-house (bitch)
How-how-how-how-how-house (bitch)
How-how-how-how-how-house (bitch)
How-how-how-how-how-house (bitch)

Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out my house, bitch (bitch)

Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out my house (bitch)

House house
House house
House house house

House house
House house

Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out my house, bitch (bitch)

Get the f*ck out (bit-bitch)
Get the f*ck out (bitch)
Get the f*ck out my house, bi-bi-bi-bitch

Bitch
Get the f*ck out my house

(Whiff!) You missed me, bitch!
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Reggae Joint

Dis one, different from anything you ever heard before
Dis one new style that 2 live crew for the rockin dread
For the natty dread right come follow me now

Come follow me baby a couple of minutes in ya
Come follow me baby, come follow me baby now
Say me I gotta girl because she like to suck my dicky
Me I got to get it and I know her name is Nicky
It's a little bitch and she know she no good
It's a hoey bitch live in the neighborhood
She hoey girl she a hoey girl come now
She hoey girl she a hoey girl biddy bye bye
She hoey girl she a come and go biddy bye bye
She coming girl, na na she a coming by
Dis is kind of girl that a wear a lot of gold
She wear a lot of make up and a heart that's full of coal
Dis is kind of girly wit da braids in her hair
She's kinda girly got the medusa braids in her hair
She go, medusa now
She look like medusa hey
Look like medusa now
Look like medusa hey
She like medusa ha
She like medusa hey
She like medusa now
She like medusa hey

This one a different stylee boy... come now, come now
Murder... murder... come follow me

Come sucky sucky bitch bend down uh
Come sucky sucky bitch bend down oh
Come sucky sucky bitch bend down uh
Come sucky sucky bitch bend down
Wet as strawberries
Got me a girly
Made her bend down and I bust the cherry
She threw a Heineken bottle at me
I said bitch you better not try me
I'll buck you down with this 9 millimeter
But instead I'll bust you down with this black peter
Come sucky sucky bitch bend down oh
Come sucky sucky bitch bend down uh
Come sucky sucky bitch bend down
Come sucky sucky bitch bend down

Me gone clear bwoy... Skywalker Luke Bwoy come mashit up bwoy
Mashitup breakitdown now!

Dis one for the dimestore rockers who like to rubadub
Me like to rubadub me like to rubadub
Me like to rubadub me like to rubadub
M-p-p punani - m-p-p punani
Me like punani me like punani
(mumbling gibberish)
Me like the bunny me like punani
Me like punani me like punani
Big belly mama
(mumbling gibberish)
Me like punani... nani

Me have one special request for the one Chinese ganja weed
Shoot em up po po po po po...

I'm a Chinese dready about to go off
By showin' the rude boy's I ain't soft
Pass the dutchie give I a collection
Break it on down with the bone man connection

Break it down, break it down, break it down
Leg bone connected to the shoulder bones
And the shoulder bone connected to the spine bone
Said the spine bone connected to your hip bone
Yes hip bone connected to your dick bone
It's the holiest of bones
Say woman come suck this bone I said uh

We come clean once again, 2 live crew

Fresh Kid Ice, Brother Marquis, and Luke Skywalker
And the fresh DJ Mista Mixx gone clear boyee 89 boyee
Buck buck buck
Shake it up mon... rock as you go
We outta here.. .strictly rockaz boyee!!!
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Fraternity Record

Man this record is for all you sororities and fraternities out there who really don't like each other. Now I'm gonna call out the name of the sorority or fraternity, if you don't like 'em I want you to say f*ck 'em alright? Y'all down like that? Let's go!

Say f*ck the Omegas, f*ck the Omegas!
(F*ck the Omegas, f*ck the Omegas!)

Let me hear you say f*ck the Omegas, f*ck the Omegas!
(F*ck the Omegas, f*ck the Omegas!)

F*ck the Sigma, f*ck f*ck the Sigma!
(F*ck the Sigma, f*ck f*ck the Sigma!)

All the fellas say f*ck the Sigma, f*ck f*ck the Sigma!
(F*ck the Sigma, f*ck f*ck the Sigma!)

[Break]

Now all the ladies say f*ck the Delta, f*ck f*ck the Delta!
(F*ck the Delta, f*ck f*ck the Delta!)

Let me hear you say it, f*ck the Delta, f*ck f*ck the Delta!
(F*ck the Delta, f*ck f*ck the Delta!)

All the ladies say f*ck the Zeta, f*ck f*ck the Zeta!
(F*ck the Zeta, f*ck f*ck the Zeta!)

All you ladies say f*ck the Zeta, f*ck the Zeta!
(F*ck the Zeta, f*ck the Zeta!)

[Break]

Say f*ck the Pi Lam, f*ck the Pi Lam!
(F*ck the Pi Lam, f*ck the Pi Lam!)

All you white guys say f*ck the Pi Lam, f*ck the Pi Lam!
(F*ck the Pi Lam, f*ck the Pi Lam!)

Let me hear you say f*ck the Sigma Chi, f*ck the Sigma Chi!
(F*ck the Sigma Chi, f*ck the Sigma Chi!)

Say f*ck the Sigma Chi, f*ck the Sigma Chi!
(F*ck the Sigma Chi, f*ck the Sigma Chi!)

[Break]

Yeah, it's your DJ right, what we gonna do this here, alright
We're gonna do this one here, when I call out the names I want
Y'all to say "Ain't shit" to the sorority or forority or fraternity or whoever the f*ck they are. Alright, y'all ready to do this? Let's go!

Delta! (Ain't shit!)
Kappa! (Ain't shit!)
Sigma! (Ain't shit!)
Que Dogs! (Ain't shit!)
ATA! (Ain't shit!)
Alpha Beta! (Ain't shit!)
AKA! (Ain't shit!)
Sigma Ep! (Ain't shit!)
Zeta! (Ain't shit!)
Sigma Chi! (Ain't shit!)
Alpha Sig! (Ain't shit!)
Pi Lam! (Ain't shit!)
Delta Gamma! (Ain't shit!)
Delta Phi! (Ain't shit!)
All sororities! (Ain't shit!)

[Break]

Hey! Hey! Dude! Hey!
It's time to f*ckin' go, man!
The f*ckin' party's over, man!
F*ckin' a man, shit!
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Bad Ass Bitch

[Chorus:]
[Mixx scratches "Bad ass bitch!"]
[During the breakdowns, we hear the Crew just hangin' out,chit-chatting
about their sexual encounters. Most of their words are inaudible.]


[Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice]
There's always one bitch in every town
Every time you see her, her panites are down
Always dressed fresh in the ladies' wear
She sports the weave instead of hair
Known to the boys as a real fly cutie
Tight-ass jeans to show that booty
When we met, I acted grinnin''
Cause in my book, she was a queen
I felt that feelin', anticipation
Later came the stories of a reputation
She was burnin' since she was born I f*cked anyway, 'cause the bitch was ON!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Brother Marquis]
When we first met, I'll never forget'
Cause her lips were moist, a touch soft and wet
We danced, to a funky tune
And stared at each other in a smoke-filled room
I said, "What's up? Are you down with it?
Let's go to the crib so I can run up in it!"
So we left the club for this night full of fun
I'm out for a splak, 'cause I'm not the one
For no bullshit or love-silly games
Let's get butt-booty naked and do the wild thing
First she took off her panties, snatched off her bra
Out popped the biggest tits I ever saw
They were big enough to knock a man down

They were shaped like grapes, and my favorite shade of brown
My dick was hard, and she was hot like a heater
By the looks of her mouth, she was a dick-eater
I said, "You raggedy bitch, don't play dumb!
Put my dick in your mouth and make this motherf*cker cum!!
"Yeah! This bitch was ON!!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Brother Marquis]
The head was smokin', I had to call my friends
In the next ten minutes, all the boys were in
Dat was in the front and Lat was in the back
The pussy was poppin' like Cracker Jack!

[Fresh Kid Ice]
She had to get paid; I put her in the trick
I gave her a penny for every inch of my dick
We kept on f*ckin' 'till the early morn
[ALL] THAT BITCH WAS ON!!!
[Chorus]

[Mixx scratches "Gimme more! Bitch!"]
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Mega Mixx III

Now, before we get this motherf*cking thing started
Pump me up

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
That's right!
Say What?

I am fresh D J

I'm a bad motherf*cker
Word!

Doobedoobedoo
Yeah

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
Motherf*cker

??
Move something!
Head, booty and cock!
Oh shit!

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
Oh shit!

You think you're so goddamn bad
Uh-uh!

So check out
Mister Mixx
??

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
Yeah

Oo-wee!

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now

That boy's a damn fool! [laughter]
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Coolin

[Mr. Mixx cuts up]
(Hit it)

[VERSE 1: Fresh Kid Ice]
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')

[VERSE 2: Brother Marquis]
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'

[VERSE 3: Fresh Kid Ice]
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
[ Brother Marquis ]
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
[Fresh Kid Ice]
Havin' good times, that's what we'll be doin'
Like millionaires, stone cold coolin'
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Writer: LOUIS PRIMA, SID KULLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Back to: 2 Live Crew


As Nasty as They Wanna Be is the third album by Miami bass group 2 Live Crew. It was released on February 7, 1989, and became the group's largest seller, being certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America. In 1990, the United States District Court for the Southern District of Florida ruled that the album was legally obscene; this ruling was later overturned by the Eleventh Circuit. It is the first album in history to be deemed legally obscene.

It would also be the final album to be released under the Skyywalker Records label. Following a successful lawsuit against Luther Campbell and Skyywalker Records by Star Wars creator and director George Lucas, the company was forced to change its name to Luke Records.

The album is broken down track-by-track by Luke and Mr. Mixx in Brian Coleman's book Check the Technique.

In 2010, the album cover and imagery of the record were used in the music video of the song "The Rabbit" by Swedish band Miike Snow.
Performed By: 2 Live Crew
Genre(s): Miami bass, dirty rap
Producer(s): 2 Live Crew
Length: 79:30
Released: February 7th, 1989
Year: 1989

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