Mr.
[Intro from the PSK, which slows down and to this track]
Uh! it to me now!) (Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! we go now! Uh! it to me!
Chorus: Marquis PSK, we that green Bitches say what the hell does it mean? P is for the who can't understand How one nigga became a real man S is for the way I in they mouth One by one we 'em out Man, them other niggas, y'all did nothin' K is for the way Mr. be cuttin' Rockin' on 'till the break of We gettin' cold money; time IT'S ON!
(Rock on ................. break it now!)
1: Brother Marquis Chillin' on the block, on the a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew She had a big ass and a Mercedes (Woo!) Turned around and seen this fine lady I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' nice Sweeter honey, sugar and spice (Right.) her my name was Brother Marquis You my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak Heard about the way you throw thang She said, Marquis, I your game I said, yo, girl, I'ma tell you no lies (What?) all I wanna do is uh, get ya high, And uh, lay ya down and do the body She said on, and we got in the car Took a little trip to a bar (What?) Got some gin, juice, some coke I tell ya, my nigga, ain't no joke Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some (What?) Took me to the crib, me on the bed I knew this was a rich whore She gave me $100, but I some more
(Uh! Bring it now!)
(One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! 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 Saturday Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all (What?) My homie Mr. Mixx me on the phone Told me 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 that (True.) I got my pistol, jumped into my Now up in the set, who did I A from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his And "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead." The real Marquis ain't doin' no A thought ran my crazy-ass mind I in his face, he looked like shit
Siss-ass nigga nothin' but a bitch! (Bring it to me!)
Liberty City! 61st y'all! money y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go (Overtown! y'all! One time 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. We'll it to ya on the shit y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo' pussy