( ) = 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 $100, but I wanted some more    (Uh! Bring it down now!)    Chorus    (One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! Highway 5! 15th!   61st! Yeah! Down south flavor, y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' it  back y'all! Break it down now!)    Verse 2: Brother Marquis  All alone on a Saturday night  Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?)  My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the phone   Man, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!)  Told me 'bout a party on 1.5  I got my pistol, jumped into my ride  Got in the party with my pockets fat  Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like that (True.)  Now up in the set, who did I see?  A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??)  I put that red dot up against his head  And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead."  A thought ran across my crazy-ass mind  The real Marquis ain't doin' no time  I looked in his face, he looked like shit  Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch!    (Bring it to me!)  Chorus    (Overtown! 15th y'all! One time for 1-5-1! In the back y'all, yeah!   Liberty City! 61st y'all! Gettin' money y'all! 54th y'all! Here we go   now! ... Uh! Yeah, this is ya boy Mr. Mixx, Marquis, PSK for the 9-5  shot y'all! Break it down! We up out this motherfucker. We'll give it  to ya on the next shit y'all! But until then - peace, love, and mo' pussy!