Mr.
[Intro from the original PSK, slows and switches to this track]
Uh! it to me now!) (Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! we go now! Uh! it to me!
Chorus: Brother PSK, we that green Bitches always say what the hell it mean? P is for the who can't understand How one real became a real man S is for the way I skeet in they One by one we 'em out Man, them other niggas, y'all did nothin' K is for the way Mr. Mixx be on 'till the break of dawn We gettin' money; this time IT'S ON!
(Rock on ................. break it now!)
Verse 1: Brother Chillin' on the block, on the Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some She had a big ass and a Mercedes (Woo!) Turned around and seen fine young lady I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real Sweeter honey, sugar and spice (Right.) Told her my name was Brother You my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak Heard the way you throw that thang 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 body She come 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, this ain't no Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got head (What?) me to the crib, laid me on the bed I knew this was a lil' whore She gave me $100, but I some more
(Uh! it down now!)
(One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! 5! 15th! 61st! Yeah! Down south flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! it y'all! Break it down now!)
Verse 2: Marquis All alone on a Saturday on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?) My homie Mr. Mixx me on the phone me 'bout a party on 1.5 Man, that nigga's married, he can't home (Whoo!) Got in the with my pockets fat Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool that (True.) I got my pistol, into my ride Now up in the set, who did I A fuck-nigga from named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should 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 ain't but a bitch! (Bring it to me!)
Liberty City! y'all! Gettin' 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 motherfucker. We'll give it to ya on the next shit y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo'