Текст песни Simplй E f Spice 1 - East Coast/West Coast
Simplй E f Spice 1 - East Coast/West Coast слова песни
[ Spice 1 ]Geah man, it`s Spice 1 kickin that gangstaPlow!Original rudebwoy from the old school, manCome wickedLike this, fool, hahaYeah, the Clip & the Trigga methodStraight bluntStraight out the East BayWest Coast, foolHello, you`ve reached the muthafuckin S-p-i-c-e( ? ) this nigga from the crazy streets of Cali, geeGots to come wicked on this muthafuckin trackSo niggas, dip your fo`s from the front to the backAnd just slide ( ? ) and hit your corner on three wheelsSpark up some of that kill, that chronic, that realIndo green shit straight from Humboldt CountyOunce of chronic up in my pockets, swisha sweets all around meL.A. niggas dip in fo`s, East Bay niggas roll `Stangs( ? ) you still ain`t shit if you ain`t sittin on them thangs4 15`s in the ass shakin all yo shitGoin bum-bum-bum-bu-bum, yeahSo don`t get the 114Get it out twisted and tangled as if you didn`t knowWe got the bump for that ass, we got the rump for that assAnd in the trunk we got the muthafuckin funk for that ass[ CHORUS (2X) ]It ain`t no party like a West Coast party Cause a East Coast party ain`t shitIt ain`t no party like a East Coast party Cause a West Coast party ain`t shit( *DJ Slice cuts up* )(Come again) --> KRS-One[ Simplй E ]Hey yo, what it be like out there?This is your girl Simplй EAnd this is your lucky momentI`m straight up and down representin the EastThe place where rhymin ain`t nothin but everythingAll day, everydayJersey`s defnitely the spotAbracadabra, dude don`t know shitI`m runnin through your ( ? ) with my incensePsychedelic power, now I got to let you knowDrink all you want, we can get some mo`In the back of my Rover, so let`s rideRide to the corner, really wanna do some shitGot your man all sprung on the Simple shitLook at me, Simple E, that ain`t meMy freakin name`s Simplй, and you can`t testI rhyme with the best of the businessSo jock this verbal tennisI got Spice on the 1 puttin hoes in check( ? ) love but I`m givin it backTo the East, the place called home where I roamAnd get the funk for your domeBut looka here, batty boy, you can`t toyWith the East cause the East got beatsThe East got bump, the East got lyrics and shitTo make the whole world spin, tell a friendLet the East shit rip( *DJ Slice cuts up* )(Like this) --> KRS-One[ CHORUS ][ Spice 1 ]Niggas don`t wanna see me get funky like Bootsy, babyI locs up and get to breakin em off, takin they shit and talkin crazySee, Cali niggas, we don`t fuck aroundSome roll with top down, some roll with straight muthafuckin frownsSeven-deuce glasshouse, fo` nappy-headed niggasI`m in the backseat rollin blunts and drinkin liquorI tell my dogs: muthafucka out, it`s time to goAnd hit the corner sto`, so we can drink some mo`Hennessy makes me feel fine187 up in the house packin a fat nineCan`t be caught without my shit, nigga pleaseMuthafuckas know me and they know I`m stackin g`sShit, hahaYeah, muthafuckas straight get gatted up if you ain`t got your shitHaha, that`s how it`s jumpin off on the West Coast, haha( *DJ Slice cuts up* )(Come again) --> KRS-One[ CHORUS ][ Simplй E ]Ain`t nothin` changed but the days, to blaze ain`t enoughI got my counterpart thinkin` he toughI do it smooth-like, I do it just like it ought to be doneSo kitty come, kitty comeGet a load of E`s shit, I got the bump and shitTo make a muthafucka sit and recite my shitSo nigga roll ( ? ) boy, back backDon`t make me act a fool and abstractSubstract, eliminate your face from your bodyI like to party, drinkin BacardiBreezys, young skeezers can`t get with itMy style so foul toxic waste couldn`t rid itI`m rockin shades and I`m sportin my braidsFor the East ( ? ) how we do itWe do it, we done it and run it, look at meSpice 1 and the Simplй EWe got you silly suckers stuck on stupid, so move itWe be the bomb, baby, we be the funkk to freakSo see...[ CHORUS ]