Spice 1

Spice 1 - Dirty Bay songtekst

Je score:

Born to die but hard to kill  a buh buh ballin ass timer
 Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin Una Bomber
 Your arms still bleedin fifty feet from your body
 Your 40 ounce threw way back to the other side of the party
 You was fuckin with a killa  your potnahs tried to tell you
 but you didn't listen  now your whole chest missin in action
 Cause I'm kidnappin motherfucker's souls
 Leavin holes in they bodies when they go
 I pops out the motherfuckin Chevy 350 ragtop
 Still bustin down the fuckin block, the killin don't stop
 We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna
 It's like you fuckin with the man-a, Tony Montana
 We sent some killas, to murda all the ones you love
 Chainsaw your motherfuckin ass up in the bathtub
 Another murda, another fucked up day
 Some more drama, fucked in the Dirty Bay

 Chorus: Spice-1

 Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yea)
 I might have to use my ak
 (repeat 2X, vary 3rd = that AK, repeat)

 Verse Two: Spice-1

 I back for these keys, if they ain't have me what they got (break yoself nigga)
 I'm dealin these motherfuckers on top, sieze on the spot
 Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggaz
 and when they roll up and get out they ride
 I'ma get out, you stay inside
 and if you happen to see some killin nigga don't go into shock
 Betta hop out with two chops tied together with your dirty socks
 Cause livin up in the bay we gone have a split up in it
 and your memory and corpse with shit up in it
 Niggaz seein signs of overkill, yeah you did
 but niggaz still kicked him in his motherfuckin head
 but a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air
 Niggaz can't fuck with these motherfuckin nightmares
 Sellin keys and a half, some niggaz filled with slugs
 and all the bodies drug, all the motherfuckin ditches dug
 I bury Paul, cuz I'm the pallbearer
 get your dome clapped in the dirty bay area

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Spice-1

 I'm sick up in this game
 I take no motherfuckin shorts, of course, I'm cappin
 Leavin niggaz body parts collapsin
 from the tech cuz I collect another killin
 When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin
 Bumpin up old school ep shit get off my ballzac
 Sippin on that Hennesey me and my G is to' back
 See we don't be stress enough drama until the four chump
 But we'll bring it to you and murda if you want some
 Rollin up in caddies and dumpin out tinted windows
 Put so much lead up in niggaz, use em for pencils
 See can't be flossin this shit to make yourself look harder
 it's like, throwin some bloody meat up in the water
 Nigga, then you will never yourself a nice day
 cause these shark ass niggas'll gobble your ass up in the Dirty Bay

 Chorus: repeat 3X
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1995

Taal: Engels

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