Mr.
[Intro from the original PSK, slows down and switches to this
Uh! it to me now!) (Yeah! '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here we go now! Uh! it to me!
Brother Marquis PSK, we makin' that Bitches always say what the hell it mean? P is for the who can't understand How one real nigga a real man S is for the way I in they mouth One by one we 'em out Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did K is for the way Mr. be cuttin' Rockin' on the break of dawn We gettin' cold money; time IT'S ON!
(Rock on ................. it down now!)
Verse 1: Brother Chillin' on the block, on the Shootin' a lil' dice, on some brew She had a big ass and a phat (Woo!) Turned around and seen this fine lady I said, Fine lady, now lookin' real nice Sweeter honey, sugar and spice (Right.) Told her my was Brother Marquis You know my reputation, hoe, I'm a freak Heard about the way you throw that She said, Marquis, I your game I said, yo, baby girl, I'ma you no lies (What?) 'Cause all I do is uh, get ya high, And uh, lay ya down and do the body She come on, and we got in the car Took a little trip to a bar (What?) Got some gin, some juice, some I tell ya, my nigga, ain't no joke Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got head (What?) me to the crib, laid me on the bed I this was a rich lil' whore She me $100, but I wanted some more
(Uh! Bring it now!)
(One time now! Overtown! City! Carol City! Highway 5! 15th! 61st! Yeah! Down flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' it y'all! Break it down now!)
Verse 2: Brother All alone on a night on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?) My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the me 'bout a party on 1.5 Man, nigga's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!) Got in the party with my fat Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like (True.) I got my pistol, jumped into my Now up in the set, who did I A fuck-nigga Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put red dot up against his head And "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead." The real Marquis doin' no time A thought ran across my mind I looked in his face, he like shit
Siss-ass ain't nothin' but a bitch! (Bring it to me!)
Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! y'all! Here we go (Overtown! 15th y'all! One for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah! now! ... Uh! Yeah, is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for the 9-5 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'