rate me

[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!


One time now!


Liberty City!

Carol City!

Highway 5!

15th! 61st!

Yeah! Down south flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis!

Bringin' itback 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!)



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 9-5shot 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!

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