Psk'95 Lyrics - Shake A Lil' Somethin' - 2 Live Crew

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