PSK 95
( ) = Mr. Mixx
[Intro from the original PSKwhich 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
PSKwe 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
Manthem other niggasy 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 blockon the avenue
Shootin a lil dicesippin on some brew
Turned around and seen this fine young lady
She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (Woo!)
I saidFine ladynow you re lookin real nice
Sweeter than honeysugar and spice (Right.)
Told her my name was Brother Marquis
You know my reputationhoeI m just a freak
She saidMarquisI know your game
Heard about the way you throw that thang
I saidyobaby girlI ma tell you no lies (What?)
Cause all I wanna do is uhget ya high
And uhlay ya down and do the body rock
She said come onand we got in the car
Took a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)
Got some ginsome juicesome coke
I tell yamy niggathis ain t no joke
Took me to the criblaid me on the bed
Before a nigga fuck yoI got some head (What?)
I knew this was a rich lil whore
She gave me $100but 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 flavory 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 bluntfeelin all right (What?)
My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the phone
Manthat nigga s marriedhe can t leave home (Whoo!)
Told me bout a party on 1.5
I got my pistoljumped 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 setwho 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 niggaI should kill you dead."
A thought ran across my crazy-ass mind
The real Marquis ain t doin no time
I looked in his facehe 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 allyeah!
Liberty City! 61st y all! Gettin money y all! 54th y all! Here we go
now! ... Uh! Yeahthis is ya boy Mr. MixxMarquisPSK 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 - peaceloveand mo pussy!
( ) = Mr. Mixx
[Intro from the original PSKwhich 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
PSKwe 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
Manthem other niggasy 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 blockon the avenue
Shootin a lil dicesippin on some brew
Turned around and seen this fine young lady
She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (Woo!)
I saidFine ladynow you re lookin real nice
Sweeter than honeysugar and spice (Right.)
Told her my name was Brother Marquis
You know my reputationhoeI m just a freak
She saidMarquisI know your game
Heard about the way you throw that thang
I saidyobaby girlI ma tell you no lies (What?)
Cause all I wanna do is uhget ya high
And uhlay ya down and do the body rock
She said come onand we got in the car
Took a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)
Got some ginsome juicesome coke
I tell yamy niggathis ain t no joke
Took me to the criblaid me on the bed
Before a nigga fuck yoI got some head (What?)
I knew this was a rich lil whore
She gave me $100but 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 flavory 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 bluntfeelin all right (What?)
My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the phone
Manthat nigga s marriedhe can t leave home (Whoo!)
Told me bout a party on 1.5
I got my pistoljumped 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 setwho 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 niggaI should kill you dead."
A thought ran across my crazy-ass mind
The real Marquis ain t doin no time
I looked in his facehe 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 allyeah!
Liberty City! 61st y all! Gettin money y all! 54th y all! Here we go
now! ... Uh! Yeahthis is ya boy Mr. MixxMarquisPSK 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 - peaceloveand mo pussy!
