Текст песни Spice 1 - 1800Spice
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[ ant banks ]( *burp* )Aw shitOne of them fake-ass answer machines again1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine( *dial tone* )[ verse 1: spice 1 ]Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-aMi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-aDa niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-aJah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-aMi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-aMi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-aGafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-aYa want your money back, ya got to meet millimeterMi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the fac-aMi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-aYa cant fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strappedYa want your ganja, xtra largell you a fat 20 sack-aThe 187, the faculty is back up in the house-aSo roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-aGeah man[ ant banks ]Ha-haYeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right? But I heard you aint the nigga you claim to be, right? You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckasSo whats up with that, nigga? [ verse 2: spice 1 ]Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangstaS-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a prankstaMi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hangShootin out da window of mi drop-top mustangAim for da chest while ant banks hold di clipMi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killaRoll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mackLook down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crackThe dopeman set up shop on mi blockSo call 187 line and order your rock-aGeah man[ caller ]Ah yeahThis - ahLiquor store willie - ahI wanna -I want some for 10 dollarsCan you do somethin for me for 10? [ spice 1 ]Mi nigga ant banks, come down with di funky breakdown( *inhaling, coughing* )Damn manThis ganja gets you fucked up, manGeahMi need lick up another 20 sackGeah man[ verse 3: spice 1 ]Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not shabba ranks-aMi spice 1, di muthafuckin gangstaMi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill yaIf you comin at me talkin about sinsemiliaMi nigga g-nut put together endonesiaMi call it gaja, give me some fire-aCant lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-aBefore mi lead bust got to get mi headrushEven though endonesia make me nervousMi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di blockPlay mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glockLet dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knotSo call 1-800 line and order your rockGeah man[ caller ]Uh yeahUh this - ehSuck-your-dick sally from the liquor store down the blockUh - I aint got no money, but Ill suck your dick for a 10 piece[ verse 4: spice 1 ]Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nineCause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crimeIts a ghetto thang to the east bay gangstaThe city streets make a nigga want to shank yaBreak yourself, now you fucked in the gameThe killin dance is a goddamn shameMoney or murder, its 187 proof-aSo ant banks, bust da gin and da juice-aMi signed with jive, now mi jive-ass niggaBreak down di doja, roll it up a little biggerMi watch da bitches cause da bitches a-gold diggerSo d the poet, wont you pass mi the liquorThe dopeman set up shop on mi blockSo call 1-800 and order your rocksGeah man[ ant banks ]Ah no, spiceI dont want no rocks and shit, manIm callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangsterAint never had a gunAint never been to jailAint never shot a muthafuckaAnd Im just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tapeIm tired of it, man, Im tired of itI aint buyin itFuck that shitYou fake, partnerFuck thatFuck thatIm out, man