just get on the floor and throw that D lets dance lets dance lets dance lets dance lets dance throw that D throw that D throw that D throw that D
Käännös: 2 Live Crew. Heittää, että D.
head, three to the sline We tied that motherfuckin' number like Kareem It seems that I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck within 2G - niggas
ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you The suckas that got the
ask the nurse and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse Ok i spazz, i curse u last, im first im on ur ass like dirt behind that cash,
you dip we dip So c'mon baby just pop that p And watch freak nasty throw the d, yeah Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party When them ho's freak everybody
And throw the shit down in the incinerator Then I'm off with the drugs and ends Now it's time to get some motherfuckin revenge To the nigga that stuck
earn money to burn Mapping out my strategies to get rich huh My desire is like a scratch that needs to get itched huh Cause man I live in the D, this
crew inferior My crew imperial MC Killers, Milk & Serial Get it? Forget it. You'll still be connecting the dots with smoking holes in your fitted Those that
the blues That be always tryna bag with the shag and karate shoes Sayin yo momma black his momma this his momma that Then he'd get mad and wanna scrap
barkin thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany got that boy Joe thinkin
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on? (Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O (Ight, keep all that, keep all that)
the wire and shit, that's all Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber "Check one two, one two", that's my favorite Strobe lights is live, Pink
.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
you with the virtue Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits We the glitch like Y2K catch the ball
ass black projects thats where Drag at yea ya got heart but if I don't got my gun thats where ya gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that
, chick that ride the dick slowly Used to be O T, now I'm 2.3, uh Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate Be that same chick, that you praying will fake
gutter so I utter ("Bring it back, that old New York rap Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X Verse Three: That old New York
