Lyric Psk 95
( ) = 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!
[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!
