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Feat E 40
What's wrong n***a What's wrong huh
You scared n***a You scared
What you can't talk with a motherf**kin' gun in your mouth n***a
I'm gonna give you a three count
I'ma blow your motherf**kin' brains out
One what you think about what you thinkin'
I'm proud two
Kinda slick motherf**ker
*Gun blast*
Nineteen motherf**kin' nine fo' comin' at cha
Gi gi gi gi gi gi gi gi gangsta Spice motherf**kin' 1
Spice 1
I eat they a*s up like a Swason with the Thompson
Fo' fever leave a motherf**kin' crime 'fore he take his last breather
So come along take a trip to the dirt track
Where the young n***as be takin' your car and be peelin' your cap back
That's why it's A to the motherf**kin' yay
Keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay
Mainly off gat I'm goin' brain dead inside
Talkin' to my homies 'Scratchy' tellin' me he wanna ride
On the n***a that peeled his cap so now I'm on the streets
With the dead motherf**ker in the passenger seat
And it's fo' to the motherf**kin' five
G a gat that a*s leave 'em dead in the ives
Red Rum on the late night catch my case right at the crack hut
N***as better back up while I fix my sack up
Pistol whip s**t kick that a*s quick
Quick to rip s**t cause I'm a Coca Cola Classic
O G and D Boyz got love for me D Boyz got love for me
E 40
Da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha
Da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha
Spice 1
I'ma chuck a dead body on your motherf**kin' lawn
Like jump like Red gone n***a I'll be ready the funk is on
So call up the Paramedics and tell 'em that you're dyin' n***a
I roll strapped with no love upon my f**kin' trigger
I let's my hair platt and took his mail stack
Now he's a stiff black cause I was at that
I'm dumpin' these n***as in ditches back to back
Hangin' they a*s from telephone posts
To leavin' 'em makin' 'em bleed without no money
Gun me h*e n***as wanna do that do that
But I go out and get a new gat new gat and let 'em have it
N***a so D Boyz got love for me
E 40
I got love for D Boyz cause D Boyz got love for me
I got love for D Boyz cause D Boyz got love for me
N***a got outta line I had to chop him
Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap
Pull out your strap
Motherf**ker got outta place I had to chop him
Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap
Pull out your strap
N***a got outta place youse got to pop him
Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap
Pull out your strap
Rookie get outta line you better ice him
Reach into your d dun dun duns and pull out your strap
Pull out your strap
Just call me Chef Boyardee Boy soda for bakin'
Cupcakes and cookies rappies I'm makin' huh
Tall cash can't let eat up my grass
Don't make me have to come back and split your parents house in half
With my 6RP226 Diana Ross cousin Nina Mr Meaner body bleeder
Heartless empty the cartridge roll
Smartless get out and die so cold
Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic
N***as think that I be bluffin' when I tell 'em I'm a good shot
But I'm also into some other things like ice picks and piano strings
So b***h I'm tryin' to get nickerage
Open up shop cotton candy and liquorice uh
Shoot 'em up now
Blaow Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat a*s for nine four
Da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha
Shoot 'em up now byd a bye bye
Blaow
Spiggity sp sp spiggity sp sp spit n***a hahahahaha
They call me Spiggity one Spiggity one
Me bust a cap up in your a*s with big black gun byd a bye bye
Chill man me roll down the block with my n***a
Byd a bye bye Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat a*s
Chill man livin' in the city is a motherf**kin' task
What's a 7 0 7 on er your trunk n***a
5 10
4 1 5's
Yeah
That's four fifteens if y'all b***hes didn't know
Yeah b***h stupid a*s h*es
Da tha tha sing it with me da tha tha da tha tha ah yeah
*Whistling*
- 1 spice 1、E-40
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.45]Feat E 40
[00:01.11]What's wrong n***a What's wrong huh
[00:02.79]You scared n***a You scared
[00:06.24]What you can't talk with a motherf**kin' gun in your mouth n***a
[00:09.06]I'm gonna give you a three count
[00:13.92]I'ma blow your motherf**kin' brains out
[00:16.62]One what you think about what you thinkin'
[00:19.23]I'm proud two
[00:20.64]Kinda slick motherf**ker
[00:24.12]*Gun blast*
[00:24.24]Nineteen motherf**kin' nine fo' comin' at cha
[00:29.37]Gi gi gi gi gi gi gi gi gangsta Spice motherf**kin' 1
[00:31.20]Spice 1
[00:32.75]I eat they a*s up like a Swason with the Thompson
[00:35.64]Fo' fever leave a motherf**kin' crime 'fore he take his last breather
[00:39.69]So come along take a trip to the dirt track
[00:42.30]Where the young n***as be takin' your car and be peelin' your cap back
[00:45.27]That's why it's A to the motherf**kin' yay
[00:47.43]Keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay
[00:50.10]Mainly off gat I'm goin' brain dead inside
[00:53.04]Talkin' to my homies 'Scratchy' tellin' me he wanna ride
[00:55.86]On the n***a that peeled his cap so now I'm on the streets
[00:58.65]With the dead motherf**ker in the passenger seat
[01:01.41]And it's fo' to the motherf**kin' five
[01:03.99]G a gat that a*s leave 'em dead in the ives
[01:06.54]Red Rum on the late night catch my case right at the crack hut
[01:10.20]N***as better back up while I fix my sack up
[01:13.32]Pistol whip s**t kick that a*s quick
[01:15.39]Quick to rip s**t cause I'm a Coca Cola Classic
[01:18.51]O G and D Boyz got love for me D Boyz got love for me
[01:23.67]E 40
[01:24.66]Da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha
[01:31.89]Da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha
[01:41.01]Spice 1
[01:46.05]I'ma chuck a dead body on your motherf**kin' lawn
[01:48.87]Like jump like Red gone n***a I'll be ready the funk is on
[01:52.26]So call up the Paramedics and tell 'em that you're dyin' n***a
[01:54.93]I roll strapped with no love upon my f**kin' trigger
[01:57.75]I let's my hair platt and took his mail stack
[02:00.54]Now he's a stiff black cause I was at that
[02:03.33]I'm dumpin' these n***as in ditches back to back
[02:05.28]Hangin' they a*s from telephone posts
[02:06.57]To leavin' 'em makin' 'em bleed without no money
[02:08.75]Gun me h*e n***as wanna do that do that
[02:11.34]But I go out and get a new gat new gat and let 'em have it
[02:16.74]N***a so D Boyz got love for me
[02:19.20]E 40
[02:19.41]I got love for D Boyz cause D Boyz got love for me
[02:24.99]I got love for D Boyz cause D Boyz got love for me
[02:31.08]N***a got outta line I had to chop him
[02:33.15]Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap
[02:35.58]Pull out your strap
[02:36.57]Motherf**ker got outta place I had to chop him
[02:38.76]Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap
[02:41.16]Pull out your strap
[02:42.30]N***a got outta place youse got to pop him
[02:44.37]Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap
[02:46.74]Pull out your strap
[02:47.79]Rookie get outta line you better ice him
[02:49.95]Reach into your d dun dun duns and pull out your strap
[02:52.32]Pull out your strap
[02:52.86]Just call me Chef Boyardee Boy soda for bakin'
[02:56.28]Cupcakes and cookies rappies I'm makin' huh
[02:59.22]Tall cash can't let eat up my grass
[03:01.59]Don't make me have to come back and split your parents house in half
[03:04.17]With my 6RP226 Diana Ross cousin Nina Mr Meaner body bleeder
[03:10.14]Heartless empty the cartridge roll
[03:12.90]Smartless get out and die so cold
[03:15.75]Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
[03:18.27]I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic
[03:21.24]N***as think that I be bluffin' when I tell 'em I'm a good shot
[03:23.82]But I'm also into some other things like ice picks and piano strings
[03:26.70]So b***h I'm tryin' to get nickerage
[03:28.98]Open up shop cotton candy and liquorice uh
[03:37.38]Shoot 'em up now
[03:43.14]Blaow Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat a*s for nine four
[03:56.70]Da tha tha da tha tha da tha tha
[03:59.70]Shoot 'em up now byd a bye bye
[04:03.96]Blaow
[04:04.20]Spiggity sp sp spiggity sp sp spit n***a hahahahaha
[04:10.95]They call me Spiggity one Spiggity one
[04:14.16]Me bust a cap up in your a*s with big black gun byd a bye bye
[04:18.02]Chill man me roll down the block with my n***a
[04:25.26]Byd a bye bye Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat a*s
[04:30.78]Chill man livin' in the city is a motherf**kin' task
[04:36.81]What's a 7 0 7 on er your trunk n***a
[04:39.66]5 10
[04:40.26]4 1 5's
[04:40.95]Yeah
[04:42.66]That's four fifteens if y'all b***hes didn't know
[04:44.82]Yeah b***h stupid a*s h*es
[04:47.85]Da tha tha sing it with me da tha tha da tha tha ah yeah
[05:04.20]*Whistling*