spice 1 bars

spice 1 - strap on the side

Poke 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on Nigga!"
Nappy-head muthafuckas in a coupe de-ville
Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see, I hops on the flo like my nigga Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay
A key or a half the mothafuckin' bay
Pistol-whipped him with an A-K.
Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body
I left his ass bloody in the front of the party.
It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G
See I pull my mothafuckin' UZI!
And, spill his brain (spill his brain)
Spill his brain (spill his brain)
Spill his brain in his mothafuckin' lap.
I pulls a jack (pulls a jack) Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his mothafuckin' back!
I'm comin' with the 187, not with that ho shit
So niggas, pack up the bombs, so we can blow shit!

Rollin with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me
Don't fuck with the East Bay G!