Mr.
[Intro from the PSK, which slows down and switches to this
Uh! it to me now!) (Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! we go now! Uh! it to me!
Brother Marquis PSK, we makin' green Bitches say what the hell does it mean? P is for the people who can't How one nigga became a real man S is for the way I skeet in mouth One by one we 'em out Man, other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin' K is for the way Mr. Mixx be Rockin' on 'till the of dawn We gettin' cold money; this 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 and seen this fine young lady I said, lady, now you're lookin' real nice Sweeter than honey, sugar and (Right.) Told her my name was 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?) all I wanna do is uh, get ya high, And uh, lay ya down and do the rock She come on, and we got in the car Took a little to a fancy bar (What?) Got some gin, some juice, coke I ya, my nigga, this ain't no joke Before a fuck', yo, I got some head (What?) me to the crib, laid me on the bed I this was a rich lil' whore She gave me $100, but I wanted some
(Uh! it down now!)
(One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! 5! 15th! 61st! Yeah! south flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' it y'all! Break it down now!)
Verse 2: Marquis All alone on a night Smokin' on a blunt, all right (What?) My homie Mr. Mixx me on the phone me 'bout a party on 1.5 Man, that married, he can't leave home (Whoo!) Got in the party with my fat Bitches on my 'cause I'm cool like that (True.) I got my pistol, jumped into my Now up in the set, who did I A fuck-nigga from named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I kill you dead." The real Marquis ain't doin' no A thought ran my crazy-ass mind I looked in his face, he looked shit
nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch! (Bring it to me!)
Liberty City! 61st y'all! money y'all! 54th 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 shot y'all! Break it down! We up out this motherfucker. give it to ya on the shit y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo' pussy