PSK'95 Songtext
von The 2 Live Crew

Yeah, from ′85
P.S.K., '95 shot
Here we go now
Uh, give it to me
Uh, give it to me now

P.S.K., we making that dream
Bitches always say what the hell does it mean (right)
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 muddin' them out
K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin'
Man that was a nigga y′all went did nothin′ (true)
Rockin' on to the break of dawn
We gettin′ cold money this time it's on

Rock on
Break it down now


Chillin′ on the block on the avenue
Shootin' the little dice sippin′ on some brew
Turned around and seen this fine young lady
She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (whoo)
Said fine lady now you lookin' real nice
Sweeter than a honey and sugar and spice (right)
Told her my name was Brother Marquis
You know my reputation ho 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 lie (what)
Cause all I wanna do is uh get you high
And uh lay you 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 you my nigga this ain′t no joke
Took me to the crib laid me on the bed
Before a nigga fucked yo I got some head (what)
I knew this was a rich little whore
She gave me a hundred dollars but I wanted some more

Uh, break it down now

P.S.K., we making that dream
Bitches always say what the hell does it mean (right)
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 muddin′ them out
K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin'
Man that was a nigga y′all went did nothin' (right)
Rockin′ on to the break of dawn
We gettin' cold money this time it's on

One time now
Overtown, Liberty City, Carol City
Ali Baba, 15th, 61st, yeah
Down South flavor y′all
Mr. Mixx, Marquis, bringin′ it back y'all
Break it down now


All alone on a Saturday night
Smokin′ on a blunt, feelin' alright (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 to 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
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
Sissy ass nigga ain′t nothin' but a bitch

Bring it to me

P.S.K., we making that dream
Bitches always say what the hell does it mean (right)
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 muddin' them out
K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin′
Man that was a nigga y'all went did nothin′ (true)
Rockin' on to the break of dawn
We gettin' cold money this time it′s on

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 your boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis
P.S.K. for the ′95 shot y'all
Break it down
We up out this motherfucker
We'll get with y′all on the next shit y′all
But until then, peace, love, and more pussy