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Spice 1 - Dirty Bay lyrics
Verse One: Spice 1 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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