Spice 1

Spice 1 - East Bay Gangster songtekst

Je score:

Welcome to the ghetto  and this is the place  young niggas be throwin
 they rocks up in my face
 My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup  I?m pullin my gat to make
 a mutha fucka fold up
 In my Jag on my phone talkin business  Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this
 I?m tellin him drop it Yo let?s box and we can go a round  he dropped
 his gat I picked it up and blew his ass down
 I know it?s scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty fact, I?d rather hear
 my Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
 It?s for protection not to kill or break a nigga?s bones, back to the
 story, here?s the story B the story on
 His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
 G was on my phone buggin off my call
 I tried to smash but I?m lookin at some high beams into the eyes of
 some mutha fuckin dope fiend
 He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off , I shot my Uzi up
 in the air and then I smashed off
 I?m rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer
 steak
 I ain?t no joke mutha fucka so don?t play yourself, I flip you over fry
 your ass like a patty melt
 And if you ever disrespect me I?ma bank ya, so say what up to the
 mutha fuckin east bay gangsta

 meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the AK, the 187 posse
 robbed the bank in a way. Legal or illegal it?s the way of the bay. The
 government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. Me shootin up me
 shootin up if he don?t give me my pay The niggas up on the block send
 for me every day. A thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. Just
 call me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A

 Verse 2:

 Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows up in
 the Benz 190
 I ain?t no dummy knew right off he?s tryin to kill me, if I don?t smash
 full of buckshot he will fill me
 Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I?ll shoot
 him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble
 187 did I do it with an AK, another day a nigga dead up in the
 alleyway
 Why did I do it, it?s my pistol and I packed it, I think they need to
 lock my ass up in a straightjacket
 So all you suckas listen close to this warnin, while I get into your
 ass like Charmin
 Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me I?ma
 blow your fuckin house up
 And if youever disrespect me I?ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
 fuckin eastbay gangsta

 Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky
 Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(???) G-Nut
 because he?s down with the Fac, lynch mutha fuckas when we?re coolin
 the block. The X the L the A the R-G-E, the murder fac 187 posse. The
 E-A-Ski is with 187, the CMT is with 187

 Verse 3:

 Now as I?m maxin in this mutha fuckin jail cell, with nuthin but dried
 up funk to smell
 I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why I?m coolin in
 these fucked up county blues
 I ?ve murder mutha fuckas singular and in a pair, and in the morning
 I?ll be getting the electric chair
 But do I care, Yo I could give a fuck less, the CIA, FBI got it in the
 chest
 Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money flowin
 smooth like Niagara Falls
 The glory got so I?m considered a murderous criminal, because my bullet
 ate his ass like a cannibal
 Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace, and then I
 emptied the clip off up in his fuckin face
 His partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, nigga refused to
 die, that?s what I heard him shout
 I hit the corner with quickness because I ain?t the one, to feel the
 fuckin blast of a shotgun
 And when they fry my ass, I?m goin straight Hell, that?s why I?m kickin
 you tales of a jail cell
 And if you ever disrespect me I?ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
 fuckin eastbay gangsta

 Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funky
 gangsta. The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,
 Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta
 Dja mon, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house mon, Me got me DJ Xtra Large
 mon, We got CMT in the mutha fuckin house, Dja Mon we got (????) Check
 it out!

 Verse 4:

 Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky
 reggae kickin the funky rasta
 Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
 your bitch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
 Me fuckin with dank me fuckin with dank It?s S-P-I-C-E 1 me buckin em
 down me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung
 Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch sprung, the 187
 Faculty bitch so fuck the
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Mobb Status Entertainment

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1992

Taal: Engels

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