Ah, it Ah, y'all got your E-40 in this motherfucker I buzz, I put a in kickin' it in the Fac house, motherfucker Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Let 'em it
Went out the house, I think it was a Nigga was runnin' with drop top drop, a fun day it with my niggas up on the block Talkin' shit, drinkin' 'Crooked
I got the fat head rush from the chocolate I'm feelin' good, I wanna it and hang out But when the drive-by hit, this is the main What the fuck is my nigga?
I got a glock, seventeen gobble them So, why should I trip, load the clip, put the to my lip Get the motherfuckin' take a real ass nigga hit
I'm sittin' on my gat thinkin', is cool niggaz roll up in an old school I ain't trippin', ay, you know nigga's face I heard the bass
Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the Musty bodies and a catty bump, trump up the neighborhood, lyin' in the bushes Somebody had mo' than the rest of the pushers
Yeah, I'm just a Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler
Spice 1, you know some gonna go, boy here, ay look, here They got schemes and out there right? When that funk is on, this
fan, the motherfucker gotta be about As greasy as in order to maintain So, is a motherfucker, ain't it? Ay, whatta 'bout those niggas on dick nigga? Ice spit some shit about that shit,
Get off my dick, nigga, get own motherfuckers Steady mobbin' gaffle the 'cause my jobbing Shootin' up was my hobby the tech-eleven on two-eleven, I did a robbery
Shot the mothefucker, is that I'll be livin' Lowin' the like a new pair of Levi's and Used to think the cops were so motherfuckin' Till they tied my cousin to a chair and his chin
My homies motherfuckin' head like a Slavery is [Unverified] of felon So, dear Mr. of the motherfuckin' law Rodney Kind need a trial, what was seen was what was saw
You could the niggas up out the motherfuckin' ghetto But you can't take the ghetto up out the niggas you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha? Fuck you Mr. President, I I wanna gat ya
I need mo' mail than the rest of the Mo' than the rest of the piles
I can't get enough, good, shit, motherfucker, good shit I think, I'm a little jet drunk Ay, here, ay, I'm off this Liquorice Rainall, boy You understand don't ya? Huh, you feel it Ay, ay look nigga, ay What I want you to do, boy, drop that ill
I'll make this gat sing like motherfuckin' J. Blige And reminisce on havin' a nigga's last breath he slowly die Stang his ass in the chest with the Capped him in his thr-thr-throat, so he can't
R-a-rat, t-a-tat put a buck in The motherfuckin' chucky dog Comin' to play the trigger of the AK Another real ass from the East Bay
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your death Bloaw, bloaw, cap, we do it like that Quick to put a brains in his lap Smokin' up a blunt as I
Of bloody body a motherfucker going nutty Bloaw, boaw, Po' bust a route Brown, his family, fuck it, send his fingers home the shit get major, put the [Unverified] Number his pager
Bitch, don't with me I know a gang of that will shoot it up with me I need mo' mail the rest of the pushers
It's the S P I C E ya, nigga, E-40 (Erick Sermon) Roll in to the and die These motherfuckers don't understand shit, boy
This is so damn real, man Ay, ninety-tre-four-five Ay, I got one of
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