| Song | 1-800-Spice |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | Spice 1 |
| 作词 : G.S., Spice One | |
| [ Ant Banks ] ( *burp* ) | |
| Aw shit One of them fake-ass answer machines again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine ( *dial tone* ) [ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ] | |
| Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a | |
| Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a | |
| Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a | |
| Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a | |
| Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a | |
| Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a | |
| Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a | |
| Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter | |
| Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the | |
| Fac-a Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a | |
| Ya can't fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped | |
| Ya want your ganja, | |
| Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-a | |
| The 187, the | |
| Faculty is back up in the house-a | |
| So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a | |
| Geah man [ Ant Banks ] | |
| Ha-ha Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right? | |
| But I heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right? | |
| You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas | |
| So what's up with that, nigga? [ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ] | |
| Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta | |
| S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta | |
| Mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang | |
| Shootin out da window of mi drop-top | |
| Mustang Aim for da chest while | |
| Ant Banks hold di clip | |
| Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa | |
| Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack | |
| Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack | |
| The dopeman set up shop on mi block | |
| So call 187 line and order your rock-a | |
| Geah man [ caller ] | |
| Ah yeah This - ah | |
| Liquor Store | |
| Willie - ah | |
| I wanna - | |
| I want some for 10 dollars | |
| Can you do somethin for me for 10? [ Spice 1 ] | |
| Mi nigga Ant | |
| Banks, come down with di funky breakdown ( *inhaling, coughing* ) | |
| Damn man This ganja gets you fucked up, man | |
| Geah Mi need lick up another 20 sack | |
| Geah man [ VERSE 3: Spice 1 ] | |
| Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not | |
| Shabba Ranks-a | |
| Mi Spice 1, di muthafuckin gangsta | |
| Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya | |
| If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia | |
| Mi nigga G- | |
| Nut put together | |
| Endonesia | |
| Mi call it | |
| Gaja, give me some fire-a | |
| Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a | |
| Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush | |
| Even though | |
| Endonesia make me nervous | |
| Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block | |
| Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock | |
| Let dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knot | |
| So call 1-800 line and order your rock | |
| Geah man [ caller ] | |
| Uh yeah Uh this - eh | |
| Suck-Your- | |
| Dick Sally from the liquor store down the block | |
| Uh - I ain't got no money, but | |
| I'll suck your dick for a 10 piece [ VERSE 4: Spice 1 ] | |
| Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine | |
| Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime | |
| It's a ghetto thang to the | |
| East Bay Gangsta | |
| The city streets make a nigga want to shank ya | |
| Break yourself, now you fucked in the game | |
| The killin dance is a goddamn shame | |
| Money or murder, it's 187 proof-a | |
| So Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juice-a | |
| Mi signed with | |
| Jive, now mi | |
| Jive-ass nigga | |
| Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger | |
| Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches a-gold digger | |
| So D the Poet, won't you pass mi the liquor | |
| The dopeman set up shop on mi block | |
| So call 1-800 and order your rocks | |
| Geah man [ Ant Banks ] | |
| Ah no, Spice | |
| I don't want no rocks and shit, man | |
| I'm callin cause | |
| I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster | |
| Ain't never had a gun | |
| Ain't never been to jail | |
| Ain't never shot a muthafucka | |
| And I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tape | |
| I'm tired of it, man, | |
| I'm tired of it | |
| I ain't buyin it | |
| Fuck that shit | |
| You fake, partner | |
| Fuck that | |
| Fuck that | |
| I'm out, man |
| zuò cí : G. S., Spice One | |
| Ant Banks burp | |
| Aw shit One of them fakeass answer machines again 1800fakeassanswermachine dial tone VERSE 1: Spice 1 | |
| Minimi pickin up da phone to hear da ringadinglinga | |
| Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem thingsa | |
| Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da gamea | |
| Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da cainea | |
| Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or raina | |
| Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da gamea | |
| Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streetsa | |
| Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter | |
| Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the | |
| Faca Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gata | |
| Ya can' t fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped | |
| Ya want your ganja, | |
| Xtra Large' ll you a fat 20 sacka | |
| The 187, the | |
| Faculty is back up in the housea | |
| So roll up da canibus and put it up in your moutha | |
| Geah man Ant Banks | |
| Haha Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right? | |
| But I heard you ain' t the nigga you claim to be, right? | |
| You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas | |
| So what' s up with that, nigga? VERSE 2: Spice 1 | |
| Giggagiggadagangsta, giggaggidagangsta | |
| Spice is a real one, and not a pranksta | |
| Mi like to bustbang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang | |
| Shootin out da window of mi droptop | |
| Mustang Aim for da chest while | |
| Ant Banks hold di clip | |
| Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa | |
| Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack | |
| Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack | |
| The dopeman set up shop on mi block | |
| So call 187 line and order your rocka | |
| Geah man caller | |
| Ah yeah This ah | |
| Liquor Store | |
| Willie ah | |
| I wanna | |
| I want some for 10 dollars | |
| Can you do somethin for me for 10? Spice 1 | |
| Mi nigga Ant | |
| Banks, come down with di funky breakdown inhaling, coughing | |
| Damn man This ganja gets you fucked up, man | |
| Geah Mi need lick up another 20 sack | |
| Geah man VERSE 3: Spice 1 | |
| Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not | |
| Shabba Ranksa | |
| Mi Spice 1, di muthafuckin gangsta | |
| Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya | |
| If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia | |
| Mi nigga G | |
| Nut put together | |
| Endonesia | |
| Mi call it | |
| Gaja, give me some firea | |
| Can' t lit di ashes, hits me in mi eyea | |
| Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush | |
| Even though | |
| Endonesia make me nervous | |
| Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block | |
| Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock | |
| Let dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knot | |
| So call 1800 line and order your rock | |
| Geah man caller | |
| Uh yeah Uh this eh | |
| SuckYour | |
| Dick Sally from the liquor store down the block | |
| Uh I ain' t got no money, but | |
| I' ll suck your dick for a 10 piece VERSE 4: Spice 1 | |
| Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine | |
| Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime | |
| It' s a ghetto thang to the | |
| East Bay Gangsta | |
| The city streets make a nigga want to shank ya | |
| Break yourself, now you fucked in the game | |
| The killin dance is a goddamn shame | |
| Money or murder, it' s 187 proofa | |
| So Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juicea | |
| Mi signed with | |
| Jive, now mi | |
| Jiveass nigga | |
| Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger | |
| Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches agold digger | |
| So D the Poet, won' t you pass mi the liquor | |
| The dopeman set up shop on mi block | |
| So call 1800 and order your rocks | |
| Geah man Ant Banks | |
| Ah no, Spice | |
| I don' t want no rocks and shit, man | |
| I' m callin cause | |
| I heard you was a fakeass studio gangster | |
| Ain' t never had a gun | |
| Ain' t never been to jail | |
| Ain' t never shot a muthafucka | |
| And I' m just tired of this fakeass shit you kickin all over this tape | |
| I' m tired of it, man, | |
| I' m tired of it | |
| I ain' t buyin it | |
| Fuck that shit | |
| You fake, partner | |
| Fuck that | |
| Fuck that | |
| I' m out, man |