Текст песни Spice 1 - East Bay Gangster
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Verse 1:Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be throwinthey rocks up in my faceMy homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup, I’m pullin my gat to makea mutha fucka fold upIn my Jag on my phone talkin business, Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is thisI’m tellin him drop it Yo let’s box and we can go a round, he droppedhis gat I picked it up and blew his ass downI know it’s scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty fact, I’d rather hearmy Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tatIt’s for protection not to kill or break a nigga’s bones, back to thestory, here’s the story B the story onHis guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homeyG was on my phone buggin off my callI tried to smash but I’m lookin at some high beams into the eyes ofsome mutha fuckin dope fiendHe seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off , I shot my Uzi upin the air and then I smashed offI’m rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefersteakI ain’t no joke mutha fucka so don’t play yourself, I flip you over fryyour ass like a patty meltAnd if you ever disrespect me I’ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha fuckin east bay gangstameneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the AK, the 187 posserobbed the bank in a way. Legal or illegal it’s the way of the bay. Thegovernment keep the profit of cocaine in a way. Me shootin up meshootin up if he don’t give me my pay The niggas up on the block sendfor me every day. A thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. Justcall me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-AVerse 2:Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows up inthe Benz 190I ain’t no dummy knew right off he’s tryin to kill me, if I don’t smashfull of buckshot he will fill meHangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I’ll shoothim up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble187 did I do it with an AK, another day a nigga dead up in thealleyway Why did I do it, it’s my pistol and I packed it, I think they need tolock my ass up in a straightjacketSo all you suckas listen close to this warnin, while I get into yourass like Charmin Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me I’mablow your fuckin house upAnd if youever disrespect me I’ma bank ya, so say what up to the muthafuckin eastbay gangstaGi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funkyGi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(???) G-Nutbecause he’s down with the Fac, lynch mutha fuckas when we’re coolinthe block. The X the L the A the R-G-E, the murder fac 187 posse. TheE-A-Ski is with 187, the CMT is with 187Verse 3:Now as I’m maxin in this mutha fuckin jail cell, with nuthin but driedup funk to smellI thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why I’m coolin inthese fucked up county bluesI ‘ve murder mutha fuckas singular and in a pair, and in the morningI’ll be getting the electric chairBut do I care, Yo I could give a fuck less, the CIA, FBI got it in thechestTappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money flowinsmooth like Niagara FallsThe glory got so I’m considered a murderous criminal, because my bulletate his ass like a cannibalBefore I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace, and then Iemptied the clip off up in his fuckin faceHis partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, nigga refused todie, that’s what I heard him shoutI hit the corner with quickness because I ain’t the one, to feel thefuckin blast of a shotgunAnd when they fry my ass, I’m goin straight Hell, that’s why I’m kickinyou tales of a jail cellAnd if you ever disrespect me I’ma bank ya, so say what up to the muthafuckin eastbay gangstaDja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funkygangsta. The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangstaDja mon, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house mon, Me got me DJ Xtra Largemon, We got CMT in the mutha fuckin house, Dja Mon we got (????) Checkit out!Verse 4:Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funkyreggae kickin the funky rastaMany people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot upyour bitch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the carMe fuckin with dank me fuckin with dank It’s S-P-I-C-E 1 me buckin emdown me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch sprung, the 187Faculty bitch so fuck the (?????)