Letra Psk '95 2 Live Crew

Psk '95

Mr. Mixx

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

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

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
Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'
K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin'
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
She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (Woo!)
Turned around and seen this fine young lady
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
Heard about the way you throw that thang
She said, Marquis, I know your game
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
Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head (What?)
Took me to the crib, laid me on the bed
I knew this was a rich lil' whore
She gave me $100, but I wanted some more

Chorus
(Uh! Bring it down now!)

(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
Told me 'bout a party on 1.5
Man, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!)
Got in the party with my pockets fat
Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like that (True.)
I got my pistol, jumped into my ride
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."
The real Marquis ain't doin' no time
A thought ran across my crazy-ass mind
I looked in his face, he looked like shit

Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch!
(Bring it to me!)
Chorus

Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go
(Overtown! 15th y'all! One time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah!
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