Spice 1

Spice 1 - You Can Get the Gat for That songtekst

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You can get the gat for this

And you can get the gat for that



(CHORUS)

Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die

I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin high

So why do you roll with a strap on ya side

Cause these playin hatin niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide

Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die

I'm just a young nigga and I'm tryin to get my cash on

So why do you roll with a strap on ya side

Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on



It goes 1 for the treble, 2 for the funk

Time to get my motherfuckin 12 gauge pump

I blast off like NASA, as I rolls right past ya

Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like casper

I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz

They make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz

For them bootsie motherfuckers that be ridin around

Hidin around the corner tryin to get a motherfucker down

Wearin his adams apple like a fuckin snapple

Dismantle motherfuckers, and hear they bodies crackle

Laugh like a jackel as I tackle they ass

With a fury of them buckshots, crackin they mask

Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer

You can get the gat for that kidnap your mama

The big mack from the itty-bitty city

Niggaz actin shitty so I licks em with my nitty



(CHORUS)



Stick that nigga, I told my DJ Xtra Large

As we pull some niggaz car up out his own garage

I stack them niggaz up in them hearses like a can a sardines

2000 dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green

"Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say

187, comin wicked leavin black much day"

I don't be fuckin with them niggaz who be shady n shit

Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a hindu to sip on

Trip on this nigga that's leavin' em dead in the alley

Whats your murder penal code? 781 here in Cali

Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya some

See mosta these niggaz up in my set, we bustin dum-dums

My uzi eats em up and spits em out, fuck a title bout

I'm pullin my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt

Cause I ain't playin, fightin is fuckin around

I'd rather bust and leave your ass 6 feet up under ground



(CHORUS)



(G-Nut)

Yeah, its the G-Motherfuckin Nizzo, that nappy headed nigga

They got me lookin up over my shoulder now man

I gotta strap

I ain't be shady, playa hataz hate me

Bitches snitchin, heh, it really ain't the same

But um, Spice told me once, him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me

That I can get the strap for this

And that I can get the strap for that

And that's what the fuck I'm gone do

I'm out this bitch man
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