1.Feel Alright Y'All
Lyricist：Luther Campbell, David Hobbs, Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won
Feelin' all right on a party night
Good times are in store, everybody get hype
Motivation of your body is what we do best
With lyrics so def it's above the rest
New Jack's tryin' to change but you're lame to the game
Frontin' like you're hard, with a fake gold chain
Tryin' to rock the mike, but we're on the ball
We make the people say
Feel all right y'all
Feel like dynamite
Feel all right y'all
Feel like dynamite
They're doggin' my mood but that's all right
Let me discuss and make a fuss with the use of the mike
So as I step to the podium and cause pandemonium
With crowds of people, rockin' auditoriums
Screamin', yellin', swayin' while I'm sayin'
My verbal expression while the music is playin'
This is for all of y'all, I hope you like
This is designed to make you feel all right
Feel all right y'all
Feel like dynamite
Feel all right y'all
We feel like dynamite
You try to out-recite me, but that's not likely
I can tell whether or not if you hate or if you like me
'Cause above all I arise, so don't you be surprised
When I get recognition from the public eye
And I'll do all the things that the people like
Kid Ice will excite you when he's on the mike
It's time to act ill and get on the ball
Everybody in the place scream out and say
Feel all right y'all
Feel like dynamite
Feel all right y'all
Feel like dynamite
2.2 Live Party
Lyricist：Mark D Ross, Christopher Wong Won
Do you wanna have a party
2 live is throwin' another party
Funkin' ab shakin' party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party
We're going to see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin 2 live party
Dig this how we love to party
Dance fools all over shakin' their body
70's music to rulin' to this
Go from south beach to San Francisco
A late night fever, sex crazed land
While dance hos to the one night stand
Swettin' the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about the ride, a sixties vert
Listenin' to oldies, bumpin' to sounds
Forget that shit buy the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them, 'cause words dropping that shit
Party from the club to the streets
Hangin' on cars to listen them freaks
It ain't over, it's time to play
Don't stretch y'all let's party
Do you wanna have a party
2 live is throwin' another party
Funkin' and ab shakin' party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party
We're going to see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live party
I put my hand up on your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
So c'mon, baby, just pop that P
And watch freak nasty throw the D, yeah
Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party
When them hos freak everybody
Them other girls just ball me
But the 2 live girls make me so horny
I had a ho doin' this and him
Marquis had a ho doin' her and him
China man have them gettin' down low
My boy king B was bringin' three mo
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta move somethin' to do the damn thing
Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt
2 live, freak nasty what's up
Do you wanna have a party
2 live is throwin' another party'
Funkin' and ab shakin' party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party
We're going to see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live party
What y'all know 'bout havin' a party
All up in the club they envy everybody
You make the money so spend it
Belly bumpin' benzes lookin' like millions
I'm in the back of the club gettin' blessed G-fresh
Drinkin' and smokin' the best and nothin' less
Champagne poppin', chicken heads flockin'
The DJ's rockin', got the whole house hoppin'
Let's make this night one to remember
If you fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a real nigga
You can jump in the vert, baby and ride out
How you suckin' me up, that's the high dive
Tell a bitch, quick I ain't beggin' nor buyin'
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin'
It's a good time nigga, that's what I'm all about
Get the money, get the pussy, get the map, I'm out
Do you wanna have a party
2 live is throwin' another party
Funkin' and ab shakin' party
A thousand motherfuckers at the party
We're going to see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin' 2 live party
3.Hangin' Out
Lyricist：Luther Campbell, Mike Mccray, Mark Ross, Christopher Wongwar
It's not the way to do it
Shut up bitch
Yeah, boy
You are now about to witness
The strength of street knowledge
This is serious business
Come by boy
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out
Me and my nigga, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre
Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly ass lames
You can't fuck with me, I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, motherfucker, what's up with that？ You wanted beef？
Punk, you got a problem？ I'll solve 'em
I pulled his gat, his life cost him
So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out
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