Psk `95 lyrics

Artist  : 2 Live Crew 
Song : Psk `95



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( ) = Mr. Mixx

[Intro from the original
PSK, which slows
down and switches to this
track]

(Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot!
Here we go now!
Uh! Give it to me!
Uh! Give
it to me now!)

Chorus: Brother
Marquis
PSK, we makin' that green
Bitches
always say what the hell does it mean?
P is
for the people who can't understand
How one
real nigga became a real man
S is for the way
I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin'
'em out
K is for the way Mr. Mixx be
cuttin'
Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't
did nothin'
Rockin' on 'till the break of
dawn
We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S
ON!

(Rock on ................. break it
down now!)

Verse 1: Brother
Marquis
Chillin' on the block, on the
avenue
Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some
brew
Turned around and seen this fine young
lady
She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes
(Woo!)
I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin'
real nice
Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice
(Right.)
Told her my name was Brother
Marquis
You know my reputation, hoe, I'm just
a freak
She said, Marquis, I know your
game
Heard about the way you throw that
thang
I said, yo, baby girl, I'ma tell you no
lies (What?)
'Cause all I wanna do is uh, get
ya high,
And uh, lay ya down and do the body
rock
She said come on, and we got in the
car
Took a little trip to a fancy bar
(What?)
Got some gin, some juice, some
coke
I tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no
joke
Took me to the crib, laid me on the
bed
Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head
(What?)
I knew this was a rich lil'
whore
She gave me $100, but I wanted some
more

(Uh! Bring it down
now!)

Chorus

(One time now!
Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! Highway 5!
15th!
61st! Yeah! Down south flavor, y'all!
Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' it
back y'all!
Break it down now!)

Verse 2: Brother
Marquis
All alone on a Saturday
night
Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all right
(What?)
My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the
phone
Man, that nigga's married, he can't
leave home (Whoo!)
Told me 'bout a party on
1.5
I got my pistol, jumped into my
ride
Got in the party with my pockets
fat
Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like
that (True.)
Now up in the set, who did I
see?
A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me!
(What??)
I put that red dot up against his
head
And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill
you dead."
A thought ran across my crazy-ass
mind
The real Marquis ain't doin' no time
I
looked in his face, he looked like
shit
Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a
bitch!

(Bring it to
me!)
Chorus

(Overtown! 15th y'all! One
time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all,
yeah!
Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money
y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go
now! ... Uh!
Yeah, this is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for
the 9-5
shot y'all! Break it down! We up out
this motherfucker. We'll give it
to ya on the
next shit y'all! But until then - peace, love,
and mo' pussy!