Song | Spiceberg Slim |
Artist | Spice 1 |
Album | Spiceberg Slim |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Spice One, Wino | |
(Chorus: Spice 1) | |
All black man, twenty-three inch rim | |
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
(Spice 1) | |
Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti (Gotti) | |
Dime pieces like platinum all over my body | |
P-a-pop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim | |
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Zodiac sign, playboy bunny | |
Money hungry, full of power and cream | |
Real niggas ridin' fo' me and wit' me | |
They wan' get me, I dump till it's empty | |
Don't tempt me, I'm flash like Martin went off the Remy | |
Like the "Sixth Sense" I talk to dead O.G.'s | |
Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease | |
Ain't no cure for this (cure for this) | |
And if it is I don't want it (want it) | |
I'm poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin' blunted | |
Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee | |
Rub your titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E | |
I'll be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb | |
Who the tip of the spiceberg? Spiceberg Slim | |
(Chorus: Spice 1) | |
All black man, twenty-three inch rim | |
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
(Spice 1) | |
You ain't a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum | |
You the monkey in this motherfuckin' game and I'm King Kong | |
You think it's fuckin', I'm the shit, I'ma gangsta and youse a bitch | |
I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick | |
I'ma killer, youse a couch with generic I'm high powered | |
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower | |
I'ma thug you get mugged, I'ma pound you one blood | |
I'm fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug | |
I'm paddin' you, hardwood, I'm hummer you hondi | |
I'ma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die | |
On the fuel you take it, I was real you faked it | |
I keep my heat in the drama while you be ass-hole naked | |
I'm a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill | |
You stack half a G while I stack half a mill | |
I'm the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda) | |
It's Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you're throwed over | |
(Chorus: Spice 1) | |
All black man, twenty-three inch rim | |
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
(Spice 1) | |
Nigga you ain't gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight | |
While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light | |
Motherfucker I'm like a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin | |
You one shot in a glass and I'm a whole fifth of hen | |
I'm a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond | |
You emcee such and such, I'm Bossalini the Don nigga | |
Recognize Spice 1 when you see 'em | |
You don't own a strap, I break down and grease 'em | |
I'm round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table | |
And twice as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*) | |
I'll put one in your dome while you're missin' multiple shots | |
I'm presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch | |
Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga | |
Well I'm a motherfuckin' pull-a-glock fast nigga | |
Smash niggas I'm gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy | |
Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly | |
(Chorus: Spice 1) | |
All black man, twenty-three inch rim | |
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
All black man, twenty-three inch rim | |
Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim |
zuo ci : Spice One, Wino | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
Spice 1 | |
Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti Gotti | |
Dime pieces like platinum all over my body | |
Papop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Zodiac sign, playboy bunny | |
Money hungry, full of power and cream | |
Real niggas ridin' fo' me and wit' me | |
They wan' get me, I dump till it' s empty | |
Don' t tempt me, I' m flash like Martin went off the Remy | |
Like the " Sixth Sense" I talk to dead O. G.' s | |
Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease | |
Ain' t no cure for this cure for this | |
And if it is I don' t want it want it | |
I' m poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin' blunted | |
Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee | |
Rub your titties to the sound of SPICE | |
I' ll be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb | |
Who the tip of the spiceberg? Spiceberg Slim | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
Spice 1 | |
You ain' t a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum | |
You the monkey in this motherfuckin' game and I' m King Kong | |
You think it' s fuckin', I' m the shit, I' ma gangsta and youse a bitch | |
I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick | |
I' ma killer, youse a couch with generic I' m high powered | |
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower | |
I' ma thug you get mugged, I' ma pound you one blood | |
I' m fifty calibur nigga, you just a twentytwo slug | |
I' m paddin' you, hardwood, I' m hummer you hondi | |
I' ma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die | |
On the fuel you take it, I was real you faked it | |
I keep my heat in the drama while you be asshole naked | |
I' m a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill | |
You stack half a G while I stack half a mill | |
I' m the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda soda | |
It' s Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you' re throwed over | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
Spice 1 | |
Nigga you ain' t gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight | |
While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light | |
Motherfucker I' m like a chrome twentythree, you just a little tintin | |
You one shot in a glass and I' m a whole fifth of hen | |
I' m a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond | |
You emcee such and such, I' m Bossalini the Don nigga | |
Recognize Spice 1 when you see ' em | |
You don' t own a strap, I break down and grease ' em | |
I' m round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table | |
And twice as green as the chronic I inhale coughing | |
I' ll put one in your dome while you' re missin' multiple shots | |
I' m presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch | |
Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga | |
Well I' m a motherfuckin' pullaglock fast nigga | |
Smash niggas I' m gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy | |
Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim |
zuò cí : Spice One, Wino | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
Spice 1 | |
Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti Gotti | |
Dime pieces like platinum all over my body | |
Papop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Zodiac sign, playboy bunny | |
Money hungry, full of power and cream | |
Real niggas ridin' fo' me and wit' me | |
They wan' get me, I dump till it' s empty | |
Don' t tempt me, I' m flash like Martin went off the Remy | |
Like the " Sixth Sense" I talk to dead O. G.' s | |
Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease | |
Ain' t no cure for this cure for this | |
And if it is I don' t want it want it | |
I' m poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin' blunted | |
Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee | |
Rub your titties to the sound of SPICE | |
I' ll be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb | |
Who the tip of the spiceberg? Spiceberg Slim | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
Spice 1 | |
You ain' t a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum | |
You the monkey in this motherfuckin' game and I' m King Kong | |
You think it' s fuckin', I' m the shit, I' ma gangsta and youse a bitch | |
I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick | |
I' ma killer, youse a couch with generic I' m high powered | |
You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower | |
I' ma thug you get mugged, I' ma pound you one blood | |
I' m fifty calibur nigga, you just a twentytwo slug | |
I' m paddin' you, hardwood, I' m hummer you hondi | |
I' ma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die | |
On the fuel you take it, I was real you faked it | |
I keep my heat in the drama while you be asshole naked | |
I' m a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill | |
You stack half a G while I stack half a mill | |
I' m the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda soda | |
It' s Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you' re throwed over | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
Spice 1 | |
Nigga you ain' t gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight | |
While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light | |
Motherfucker I' m like a chrome twentythree, you just a little tintin | |
You one shot in a glass and I' m a whole fifth of hen | |
I' m a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond | |
You emcee such and such, I' m Bossalini the Don nigga | |
Recognize Spice 1 when you see ' em | |
You don' t own a strap, I break down and grease ' em | |
I' m round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table | |
And twice as green as the chronic I inhale coughing | |
I' ll put one in your dome while you' re missin' multiple shots | |
I' m presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch | |
Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga | |
Well I' m a motherfuckin' pullaglock fast nigga | |
Smash niggas I' m gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy | |
Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly | |
Chorus: Spice 1 | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim | |
All black man, twentythree inch rim | |
Who' s that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim | |
Who' s that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? | |
Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim |