( ) = Mr. Mixx



[Intro from the original PSK, which slows

down and switches to this track]



(Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here we go now!

Uh! Give it to me!

Uh! Give it to me now!)



Chorus: Brother Marquis

PSK, we makin' that green

Bitches always say what the hell does it mean?

P is for the people who can't understand

How one real nigga became a real man

S is for the way I skeet in they mouth

One by one we muttin' 'em out

K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin'

Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin'

Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn

We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON!



(Rock on ................. break it down now!)



Verse 1: Brother Marquis

Chillin' on the block, on the avenue

Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew

Turned around and seen this fine young lady

She had a big ass and a phat Mercedes (Woo!)

I said, Fine lady, now you're lookin' real nice

Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice (Right.)

Told her my name was Brother Marquis

You know my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak

She said, Marquis, I know your game

Heard about the way you throw that thang

I said, yo, baby girl, I'ma tell you no lies (What?)

'Cause all I wanna do is uh, get ya high,

And uh, lay ya down and do the body rock

She said come on, and we got in the car

Took a little trip to a fancy bar (What?)

Got some gin, some juice, some coke

I tell ya, my nigga, this ain't no joke

Took me to the crib, laid me on the bed

Before a nigga fuck', yo, I got some head (What?)

I knew this was a rich lil' whore

She gave me $