| Yeah | |
| Spice muthafuckin one | |
| Coolin in cali | |
| Kickin that gangsta shit | |
| You get with it? | |
| [ verse 1 ] | |
| Hopped in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then | |
| Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften | |
| Hollow like a head without no brains inside | |
| And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes | |
| Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the hpd | |
| That's when i knew that they were after s-p-i-c-e | |
| Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, i mashed | |
| Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast | |
| He was all on my ass, i had to think real fast | |
| Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash | |
| Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul | |
| Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole | |
| With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland | |
| Still upset with the police because my window was broken | |
| But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still pumpin | |
| And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin | |
| Got the 20th and nice as i kicked my tune | |
| Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june | |
| Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh | |
| Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow | |
| I told him what had happened and he already knew | |
| He said, "you got a little funky with a fake-ass crew | |
| The bass went boom and your gun went bang | |
| And all you could see was flames" | |
| At that very moment coke and ray started laughin | |
| And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin" | |
| In the city streets | |
| City streets | |
| [ verse 2 ] | |
| Kickin it at the park shootin craps with some homies | |
| My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me | |
| So since my point is 4, i left a little joe | |
| I'm kissin on the dice and i'm pimpin em like my hoe | |
| So then i roll again, i'm fuckin with big ben | |
| Now i ain't fade jack because i'm knockin with that ten | |
| I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo' | |
| What came out the do'? whaddaya know, i hit that 4 | |
| Fuckin with the dank i'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies | |
| Fadin another 20, took a sip of my 40 | |
| There go my homie g-nut with the gin and the juice | |
| My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof | |
| I took a big-ass gulp and feelin quite tipsy | |
| Knowin i'm like this these niggas try to cheat me | |
| Huh, they can't get with me, i put em in his place | |
| Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face | |
| I thought it was quite funny, and i began to smirk | |
| The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirt | |
| So i picked up my mail, and i'm about to go | |
| Cause i'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo' | |
| Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that | |
| And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back" | |
| I act like i was scared, gave his money back fast | |
| And when he tried to leave, i busted a cap up in his ass | |
| These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat | |
| Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets | |
| The city streets | |
| [ verse 3 ] | |
| A few weeks back i robbed a nigga for a ki | |
| Kickin it on the block, slingin d to o-p-e | |
| Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think this shit is funny | |
| By any means necessary i must make my money | |
| If niggas try to fade me, i pull out my nine | |
| And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind | |
| In this world of madness muthafuckas die | |
| Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie | |
| So i choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies | |
| And set like an example, a villain like john gotti | |
| The muthafuckin gangsta s-p-i-c-e | |
| They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be? | |
| Bitch, i said don't call me, i'm busy clockin g's | |
| I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!' | |
| The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin jack | |
| I knew i shoulda packed, i ain't goin out like that | |
| These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow sack | |
| Niggas must be trippin cause they daytons touch my back | |
| I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead | |
| And when he tried to leave i busted a cap up in his head | |
| With blood all over his face is how the homie fled | |
| I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead | |
| These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat | |
| Cause bitch, i'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets | |
| Aight, banks | |
| Let's pack the shit up, mayn |
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