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Spice 1 - Strap on the Side lyrics
Intro: Rollin with my muthafuckin strap on the side of me Don't fuck with the East Bay G! repeat Intro 3 more times. Ver 1: Poke em down with the clip and the trigga Screamin like Eiht yelling "Come on Nigga!" Nappy head muthafuckas in a coupe de ville Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill You see I hops on the flo like my nigga Domino And get a big fat sack of yay A key or a half..the muthafuckin bay Pistol-whipped him with an A-K. Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body I left his ass bloody in the front of the party. It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts. Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this G See.....I pull my muthafuckin UZI! And, spill his brain (spill his brain) spill his brain (spill his brain) Spill his brain in his muthafuckin lap. I pulls a jack (pulls a jack)..Pulls a jack (pulls a jack) And shoot the heart out his muthafuckin back! I'm comin with the 187, not with that ho shit So niggas, pack up the bombs, so we can blow shit! Repeat intro 2 times: Ver 2: Comin up in a mask like Tales of the Cryptic UZ thang swallows that ass like Lypton...Nigga! And now, they're trying to wander and vigor How the fuck Charles Manson try to step to a nigga? Put a blast on their ass with the holes of the barrel Bullets fly in a chest like a muthafuckin farrow. Cause we get like Steven King, bodies swing from my ceiling Oak was in the chest when it's time for cap peelin. 9-4, hit the do with a fat gat Comin like this, break em down like that. The nigga with the bags and the fat crack sack Po-Poes on my back, blow their ass off the map! With the 1-8-7, mad man killa Spill a nigga guys for the fuck...Cause, I'll be.. Repeat Intro 3 times: Ver 3: It goes one for the treble, you don't wanna floss Unless you wanna flex with my bitch you little boss. Ga-a-gat that ass with the double-deuce Darringer From the bay area...the pall bearer 6 niggas carry ya...momma in hysteria... Welcome to your muthafuckin coffin, they'll stare at ya! Cause, you're a dead muthafucka..black And you never should have fucked with the 1-8-7 fat. So nick-nack..patty-wack, give a G a gat And put some bullets in that ass crack! Yeah, break em down with the Mack And like John Madden 93, "BOOM!!! He's on his back!" Spice 1 is a muthafuckin troopa So, say what's up to the East Bay Freddy Kruegar. Blow the head off the muthafuckin cow When my gat goes off like an air 1000. Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap Rollin with my muthafuckin strap on my side! Repeat Intro 8 times |
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