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Spice 1

Dont Ring The Alarm

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892 3 часа назад

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(spice-1)Its the motherfuckin heist so dont ring the alarm gIts the b-o-s-s and the s-p-i-c-eSo, put this gat in your pants (right)And we gonna rob these motherfuckersFor every nookie and crannyMy nigga g-n-u-t is up insideHes trapped with the ak thats how us east bay niggas ridePlayer, Im gonna spray these cameras with this paintAnd when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes(boss)Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shitSo boss can load a full clipA trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"Motherfuckers are makin us richCreepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they dont know me gPullin lace to get rich with 187 facultyMe and my glock to use my glockCause firell bomb the ak-a (uh)The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a(boss)My nigga g-nut whattup? (nutter, cause we aint ? pit? stop)I know we got the caddy in the lobbyFor the robbery car to kill the cop(spice-1)Like bonnie & clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-upPick-up any fool smooth Ill make this uzi wanna hiccupSo kick up the cash before I blast with this jason maskQuit tryin to fuck with a psychopath(chorus w/variations)Dont ring the alarm gDont ring the alarm gDont ring the alarm gDont ring the alarm g(boss)We runnin up out the bankYelling "clear" to the publicYou probably never seen a bitchThats showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huhWe rushed it to the getawayWe slid away niggas get done awayThen that loot is getting hid awayLivin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailinIm givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailinAnd from behind a couple of pistols and some uzisAnd thinkin doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me inIts kind of simple shoot them in the templeSearch through them all I got my niggas from the oreAnd motherfuckers are bore, uh(spice-1)Yo g its getting deeper and deeperBut yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin feverA fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jetI looked up in the bag 50gs, 100 stacksMy trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitchNigga, talkin about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditchI must survive g they wont take me alive gPeepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin meThe coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thugThe only way Im fallin is slippin on one of these niggas bloodIm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild pitchIm gonna light this chronic and start some ok like corral shitThen kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash onThats how we doin it in 93 I gets my blast onWe thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat gIm about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin meIm pullin my glock out I hear the helicopters cominPigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin(chorus w/ variations)Dont ring the alarm gDont ring the alarm gDont ring the alarm gDont ring the alarm g(*several gun shots*)

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