Текст песни Spice-1 and The Click - High School High soundtrack
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Intro: (*some dred woman*)Dere`s no time for dem futureCome short wit me 9 milimeterBody beater, doesn`t pick upFully automatic collar point beater, uhh*repeat*Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don`t think I`m bad, no boxin and no karateJust a down ass nigga that you think you knowBut you don`t know is that I like to see you die real slowSo pull that motherfucker out and you`ll be buried somewhereS-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas` worst nightmareI set the game from the killers I knew back in the pastand I`m tellin you if you fuck with me it`s a slug for your assAin`t no more pilin up your faecescos niggas be actin like bitchesPull a strap and don`t use it, nigga that ain`t smartI know some niggas that`ll take that kind of shit to heartlike me, bring it back e`rybody dieSpread fireworks make it look just like the 4th JulyHave a sit, leave it laminated on the shelfeven though I`d rather do the shit by myselfChorus:Why you wanna funk when you ain`t gotta chanceDon`t make me have to make that call, aah-aahWhy you wanna go and pull a strap up out`cha pantswhen you know you ain`t gon` shoot at all, no noVerse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-TThings are kinda cruel on the streetsShit, ain`t nobody really tried to fake meBut it seems nobody wants to fuck with meWhy is that? I had no son enemiesI got rid of every last motherfuckerfor the simple fact I can`t trust aNathan in this motherfuckin outfitYou come my way so ya have to die bitchI make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardheadbeanie-capped, triple fag goose wearinwanna catch me loose starin at a barrelChances get narrow when I`m maskless, bearin thangs set to blast thisEnemy provider, fool I`m a ridah wit a driverKeep the Uzi click switched on salivaNeither you or crew that you pumpinwanna see the Big Dogg about nuttinFlow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9Paper chasin, I`m heavy on the mineEvery now and then a nut feels a bit daintyHoes by the dozens they really can`t stand meSwing my way you get your dome sprayed???? ???? fucked around and became my best friendEvery now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!"like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy `Boss`!"ChorusVerse 3: E-40, Spice 1Eminate `money over hoes`, mistood a man named *?"Xena spokes and vogues"?*Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothesDrunk as a funk, Wild Irish RoseGraveyard don`t track, nigga might as wellPut in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some elLate night, greedy gut, major clientelMoney-hungry, same draw, same rapper willBlaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-Ilove to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-byReach out, reach out and touch a motherfuckerwith my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouthWhen I fill your ass to the rim like brimI got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of themHow could you play me like a bitch, I ain`t no suckerI put slugs in nigga`s arms, chests, legs motherfuckerChorusWhy you wanna go and pull a strap up out`cha pantswhen you know that you ain`t gon` shoot*repeat*