Текст песни Spice 1 f E-40 - 187 He Wrote
Spice 1 f E-40 - 187 He Wrote слова песни
(E-40)Ah fuck it Ah y`all got your nigga E-40 in this motherfuckerI buzz I put a step in (G-Nut)Kickin it in the Fac house motherfucker(E-40)Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Xtra-Large(G-Nut)Let em have it (Spice-1)Went out the house I think it was a SundayNigga was runnin with drop top drop havin a fun-dayKickin it with my niggas up on the blocktalkin shit drinkin "Crooked Eye"I got the fat head rush from the chocolate Thai I`m feelin good I wanna kick it and hang out But when the drive-by hit this is the main routeWhat the fuck is my problem nigga?I got a glock seventeen better gobble themSo why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lipGet the motherfuckin forty take a real ass nigga hit I`m sittin on my gat thinkin shit is coolSome niggaz roll up in an old schoolI ain`t trippin, ay ‘G` you know this nigga`s face I heard the motherfuckin bassof a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pumpMusty dead bodies and a catty bump, trumpSmellin up the neighborhood lyin in the bushes Somebody had mo` mail than the rest of the pushers(E-40)Yeah, I`m just a hustlerYeah, I`m just a hustlerYeah, I`m just a hustlerSpice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boyLook here ay look hereThey got schemes and scandals out there right?When that funk is on this here Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about As greasy as gravy in order to maintainSo society is a motherfucker ain`t it?Ay, whatta bout those niggas on your dick nigga?Ice spit some shit about that shit nigga(Spice-1)Get off my dick nigga get your own motherfuckers steady mobbin gaffle the motherfuckers cause my jobbingShootin up motherfuckers was my hobby Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven I did a robbery Shot the mothefucker is grenades that I`ll be livin Lowin the motherfuckers like a new pair of Levi`s andUsed to think the cops were so motherfuckin friendly Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin ‘G`My homies motherfuckin head like a melonSlavery is (?????) of convicted felon So dear Mr. Officer of the motherfuckin law Rodney Kind don`t need a trial what was seen was what was sawYou could take the niggas up out the motherfuckin ghettoBut you can`t take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin niggas Can`t you hear the voice of the niggas comin at cha? Fuck you Mr. President I think I wanna gat ya I need mo` mail than the rest of the pushers Mo` mail than the rest of the piles (E-40)I can`t get enough, good, good Good shit motherfucker good shit I think I`m a little jet drunk motherfuck Ay, look here ay I`m off this Liquorice Rainall boyYou understand that don`t ya Huh, you feel it Ay, ay look here nigga, ayWhat I want you to do boy, drop that ill shit (Spice-1)I`ll make this gat sing like motherfuckin Mary J. BligeAnd reminisce on havin a nigga`s last breath when he slowly dieStang his ass in the chest with the hollow Capped him in his thr-thr-throat so he can`t swallow R-a-rat t-a-tat put a buck in y`allThe motherfuckin six-foot chucky dogComin to play with the trigger of the AKAnother real ass nigga from the East Bay?W-E-L-L-T-E-P-R-O-O-F?For the niggas who kid yourself by losin your fuckin deathBloaw! Bloaw!Cap, we do it just like thatQuick to put a motherfucker brains in his lapSmokin up a blunt as I reminisce of bloody body bags a motherfucker going nutty Bloaw! Bloaw!