Текст песни Spice 1 - City Streets, слова песни Spice 1

Текст песни Spice 1 - City Streets

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YeahSpice muthafuckin OneCoolin in CaliKickin that gangsta shitYou get with it?[ VERSE 1 ]Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, thenTagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be softenHollow like a head without no brains insideAnd his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyesGot to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPDThat`s when I knew that they were after S-p-i-c-eTurned up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashedBullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blastHe was all on my ass, I had to think real fastHooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crashTried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soulHad his car and his face wrapped around a poleWith my vogues still smokin hit 580 to OaklandStill upset with the police because my window was brokenBut my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still pumpinAnd my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpinGot the 20th and Nice as I kicked my tuneHooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy JuneJumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaohHad my Nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrowI told him what had happened and he already knewHe said, "You got a little funky with a fake-ass crewThe bass went boom and your gun went bangAnd all you could see was flames"At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughinAnd slapped each other`s hands and said, "It`s all about blastin"In the city streetsCity streets[ VERSE 2 ]Kickin it at the park shootin craps with some homiesMy first roll was a 7, so niggas can`t get on meSo since my point is 4, I left a Little JoeI`m kissin on the dice and I`m pimpin em like my hoeSo then I roll again, I`m fuckin with Big BenNow I ain`t fade jack because I`m knockin with that tenI picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo`What came out the do`? Whaddaya know, I hit that 4Fuckin with the dank I`m hearin Marvin Gaye`s oldiesFadin another 20, took a sip of my 40There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juiceMy nigga`s always fuckin with that 187 proofI took a big-ass gulp and feelin quite tipsyKnowin I`m like this these niggas try to cheat meHuh, they can`t get with me, I put em in his placeThen G-Nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his faceI thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirkThe fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirtSo I picked up my mail, and I`m about to goCause I`m about that mo` money, mo` money, mo`Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like thatAnd said, "This is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back"I act like I was scared, gave his money back fastAnd when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his assThese niggas out the kitchen if you can`t take the heatCause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streetsThe city streets[ VERSE 3 ]A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a kiKickin it on the block, slingin d to o-p-eYo, runnin from the five-o, you think this shit is funnyBy any means necessary I must make my moneyIf niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nineAnd pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behindIn this world of madness muthafuckas dieNiggas sling and bang, and bitches always lieSo I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas` bodiesAnd set like an example, a villain like John GottiThe muthafuckin gangsta S-p-i-c-eThey ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?Bitch, I said don`t call me, I`m busy clockin g`sI thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me `freeze!`The barrel was my back, it`s a muthafuckin jackI knew I shoulda packed, I ain`t goin out like thatThese niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow sackNiggas must be trippin cause they Daytons touch my backI hopped out of my shit and told him go aheadAnd when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his headWith blood all over his face is how the homie fledI dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of leadThese niggas out the kitchen if you can`t take the heatCause bitch, I`m a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streetsAight, BanksLet`s pack the shit up, mayn

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