Mr.
[Intro from the original PSK, which down and switches to this
Uh! it to me now!) (Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! we go now! Uh! it to me!
Chorus: Brother PSK, we makin' that Bitches always say what the hell it mean? P is for the people who can't How one real nigga became a man S is for the way I skeet in they One by one we 'em out Man, other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin' K is for the way Mr. be cuttin' on 'till the break of dawn We gettin' cold money; this IT'S ON!
(Rock on ................. break it now!)
Verse 1: Marquis on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on brew She had a big ass and a Mercedes (Woo!) Turned around and seen this young lady I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real Sweeter than honey, sugar and (Right.) Told her my name was Brother You my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak Heard about the way you throw that She said, Marquis, I know 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 rock She come on, and we got in the car Took a trip to a fancy bar (What?) Got gin, some juice, some coke I tell ya, my nigga, ain't no joke Before a fuck', yo, I got some head (What?) Took me to the crib, me on the bed I knew this was a rich whore She me $100, but I wanted some more
(Uh! Bring it now!)
(One now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! Highway 5! 15th! 61st! Yeah! Down flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' it back y'all! it down now!)
2: Brother Marquis All alone on a Saturday Smokin' on a blunt, all right (What?) My homie Mr. called me on the phone Told me a party on 1.5 Man, that married, he can't leave home (Whoo!) Got in the with my pockets 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 said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should you dead." The real ain't doin' no time A ran across my crazy-ass mind I looked in his face, he looked like
Siss-ass nigga ain't but a bitch! (Bring it to me!)
Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! 54th y'all! 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 next shit y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo'