Sucka Ass Niggas Lyrics
| Song | Sucka Ass Niggas |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | Best Of Spice 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banks, Green, McDaniels ... | |
| (spice 1) | |
| Four years ago i was stuck on the grind | |
| Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes | |
| Till i came with shit that got a muthafucka known | |
| Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone | |
| Took a test to be a muthafuckin' g | |
| And all the niggas came amazed at me | |
| Since the age of 16 i been slangin' the crack | |
| The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks | |
| I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone | |
| But now i'm killin' niggas on the microphone | |
| Sp-spice 1 kickin' shit to mass | |
| A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath | |
| You see that's the life that i lead | |
| I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me | |
| So step back move back niggas try to jack | |
| But ain't no muthafuckin' love i put you on your back | |
| Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance | |
| I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants | |
| No shorts on a dove i'm tryna come above | |
| They call me spice 1 and ain't no muthafuckin' love | |
| (chorus): | |
| I said one to the two, two to two three | |
| Put a slug in your ass for you to say g | |
| The s to the p the i the c-e | |
| You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me | |
| (spice 1): | |
| I rolls a gold cherokee nothin like a seville | |
| And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real | |
| So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side | |
| You might catch a slug if i'm on a hoo-ride | |
| I said i first come i first served basis | |
| Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places | |
| One of a kind for my people's delight | |
| And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain't right | |
| Because you're snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen | |
| And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again | |
| You're hangin' on the ave you're chillin' with the crew | |
| But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you | |
| (chorus) | |
| (spice 1): | |
| I said one to the two, two to three | |
| My dj xtra-large and g-n-u-t | |
| We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face | |
| Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace | |
| Let off rounds you fall down to the ground | |
| You sucka ass nigga another dead clown | |
| You're a 5 dollar boy and i'm a million dollar player | |
| You's a sucka ass nigga i had to spray ya | |
| You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine | |
| But i'm blowin' out the back of your head from behind | |
| I'm comin' from the sickest city around | |
| Spittin' some gangsta shit the dirty bay is the town | |
| So g-nut and if you're bigger or pack the tight figure | |
| Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga | |
| {g-nut:} | |
| G-n-u-t in the place to be | |
| Pimp straight up out a player's university | |
| Every since kindergarden i acquired the knowledge | |
| Didn't have no mail so i said : 'fuck college!' | |
| I'm brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack | |
| And the game that i spit'll put your bitch on the back | |
| I'm dressed to kill i love to style | |
| I'm the mc you know hoe check my file | |
| The big-lip nigga for your regard | |
| 500 dollar spread for the credit card | |
| I hit your town then i go back home | |
| Break a bitch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome | |
| Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight | |
| And if a nigga playa-hate he gon have to fight | |
| Because when i grind i hits the strip | |
| Every time i sell out i buy a brand-new zip | |
| It don't take a lot to entertain' | |
| And like my nigga method man i'ma bring the pain | |
| You can't rock the shop if you high off hop | |
| You gotta let a nigga know you'll never stop | |
| And your game gotta make a lot of sense | |
| You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins |
| zuo ci : Banks, Green, McDaniels ... | |
| spice 1 | |
| Four years ago i was stuck on the grind | |
| Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20' s and dimes | |
| Till i came with shit that got a muthafucka known | |
| Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone | |
| Took a test to be a muthafuckin' g | |
| And all the niggas came amazed at me | |
| Since the age of 16 i been slangin' the crack | |
| The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks | |
| I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone | |
| But now i' m killin' niggas on the microphone | |
| Spspice 1 kickin' shit to mass | |
| A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath | |
| You see that' s the life that i lead | |
| I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me | |
| So step back move back niggas try to jack | |
| But ain' t no muthafuckin' love i put you on your back | |
| Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance | |
| I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants | |
| No shorts on a dove i' m tryna come above | |
| They call me spice 1 and ain' t no muthafuckin' love | |
| chorus: | |
| I said one to the two, two to two three | |
| Put a slug in your ass for you to say g | |
| The s to the p the i the ce | |
| You sucka ass niggas can' t fuck with me | |
| spice 1: | |
| I rolls a gold cherokee nothin like a seville | |
| And when you look up inside you see a nigga that' s real | |
| So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side | |
| You might catch a slug if i' m on a hooride | |
| I said i first come i first served basis | |
| Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places | |
| One of a kind for my people' s delight | |
| And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain' t right | |
| Because you' re snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen | |
| And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again | |
| You' re hangin' on the ave you' re chillin' with the crew | |
| But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you | |
| chorus | |
| spice 1: | |
| I said one to the two, two to three | |
| My dj xtralarge and gnut | |
| We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face | |
| Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace | |
| Let off rounds you fall down to the ground | |
| You sucka ass nigga another dead clown | |
| You' re a 5 dollar boy and i' m a million dollar player | |
| You' s a sucka ass nigga i had to spray ya | |
| You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine | |
| But i' m blowin' out the back of your head from behind | |
| I' m comin' from the sickest city around | |
| Spittin' some gangsta shit the dirty bay is the town | |
| So gnut and if you' re bigger or pack the tight figure | |
| Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga | |
| gnut: | |
| Gnut in the place to be | |
| Pimp straight up out a player' s university | |
| Every since kindergarden i acquired the knowledge | |
| Didn' t have no mail so i said : ' fuck college!' | |
| I' m brownskinned comin' straight out the stack | |
| And the game that i spit' ll put your bitch on the back | |
| I' m dressed to kill i love to style | |
| I' m the mc you know hoe check my file | |
| The biglip nigga for your regard | |
| 500 dollar spread for the credit card | |
| I hit your town then i go back home | |
| Break a bitch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome | |
| Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight | |
| And if a nigga playahate he gon have to fight | |
| Because when i grind i hits the strip | |
| Every time i sell out i buy a brandnew zip | |
| It don' t take a lot to entertain' | |
| And like my nigga method man i' ma bring the pain | |
| You can' t rock the shop if you high off hop | |
| You gotta let a nigga know you' ll never stop | |
| And your game gotta make a lot of sense | |
| You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins |
| zuò cí : Banks, Green, McDaniels ... | |
| spice 1 | |
| Four years ago i was stuck on the grind | |
| Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20' s and dimes | |
| Till i came with shit that got a muthafucka known | |
| Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone | |
| Took a test to be a muthafuckin' g | |
| And all the niggas came amazed at me | |
| Since the age of 16 i been slangin' the crack | |
| The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks | |
| I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone | |
| But now i' m killin' niggas on the microphone | |
| Spspice 1 kickin' shit to mass | |
| A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath | |
| You see that' s the life that i lead | |
| I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me | |
| So step back move back niggas try to jack | |
| But ain' t no muthafuckin' love i put you on your back | |
| Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance | |
| I pull out my glock and make him piss in his pants | |
| No shorts on a dove i' m tryna come above | |
| They call me spice 1 and ain' t no muthafuckin' love | |
| chorus: | |
| I said one to the two, two to two three | |
| Put a slug in your ass for you to say g | |
| The s to the p the i the ce | |
| You sucka ass niggas can' t fuck with me | |
| spice 1: | |
| I rolls a gold cherokee nothin like a seville | |
| And when you look up inside you see a nigga that' s real | |
| So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side | |
| You might catch a slug if i' m on a hooride | |
| I said i first come i first served basis | |
| Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places | |
| One of a kind for my people' s delight | |
| And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain' t right | |
| Because you' re snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen | |
| And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again | |
| You' re hangin' on the ave you' re chillin' with the crew | |
| But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you | |
| chorus | |
| spice 1: | |
| I said one to the two, two to three | |
| My dj xtralarge and gnut | |
| We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face | |
| Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace | |
| Let off rounds you fall down to the ground | |
| You sucka ass nigga another dead clown | |
| You' re a 5 dollar boy and i' m a million dollar player | |
| You' s a sucka ass nigga i had to spray ya | |
| You say you pack a nine and a nine is fine | |
| But i' m blowin' out the back of your head from behind | |
| I' m comin' from the sickest city around | |
| Spittin' some gangsta shit the dirty bay is the town | |
| So gnut and if you' re bigger or pack the tight figure | |
| Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga | |
| gnut: | |
| Gnut in the place to be | |
| Pimp straight up out a player' s university | |
| Every since kindergarden i acquired the knowledge | |
| Didn' t have no mail so i said : ' fuck college!' | |
| I' m brownskinned comin' straight out the stack | |
| And the game that i spit' ll put your bitch on the back | |
| I' m dressed to kill i love to style | |
| I' m the mc you know hoe check my file | |
| The biglip nigga for your regard | |
| 500 dollar spread for the credit card | |
| I hit your town then i go back home | |
| Break a bitch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome | |
| Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight | |
| And if a nigga playahate he gon have to fight | |
| Because when i grind i hits the strip | |
| Every time i sell out i buy a brandnew zip | |
| It don' t take a lot to entertain' | |
| And like my nigga method man i' ma bring the pain | |
| You can' t rock the shop if you high off hop | |
| You gotta let a nigga know you' ll never stop | |
| And your game gotta make a lot of sense | |
| You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins |
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