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Spice 1 f E-40

AmeriKKKa`s Nightmare

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* send corrections to the typist(Intro: Spice 1)What`s wrong nigga? What`s wrong huh?You scared nigga? You scared?What, you can`t talk with a motherfuckin` gun in your mouth nigga?I`m gonna give you a three countI`ma blow your motherfuckin` brains outOne, what you think about, what you thinkin`?I`m proud, two (kinda slick motherfucker)(*Gun blast*)Nineteen motherfuckin` nine-fo` comin` at chaGi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice motherfuckin` 1(Spice 1)I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompsonfo`-fever, leave a - motherfuckin` crime `fore he take his last breatherSo come along take a trip to the dirt trackWhere the young niggas be takin` your car and be peelin` your cap backThat`s why it`s A to the motherfuckin` yaykeeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Baymainly off gat, I`m goin` brain dead insideTalkin` to my homies `Scratchy` tellin` me he wanna rideon the nigga that peeled his cap so now I`m on the streetsWith the dead motherfucker in the passenger seatAnd it`s fo` to the motherfuckin` fiveG-a-gat that ass leave `em dead in the ivesRed Rum on the late night, catch my case right at the crack hutNiggas better back up, while I fix my sack upPistol whip, shit, kick that ass quickQuick to rip shit, cause I`m a Coca Cola ClassicO.G. and D-Boyz got love for me, D-Boyz got love for me(*Interlude*)(E-40)Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-thaDa-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha(Spice 1)I`ma chuck a dead body on your motherfuckin` lawnlike jump like Red gone, nigga I`ll be ready the funk is onSo call up the Paramedics and tell `em that you`re dyin` niggaI roll strapped with no love upon my fuckin` triggerI lets my hair platt, and took his mail stackNow he`s a stiff black, cause I was at thatI`m dumpin` these niggas in ditches back to backHangin` they ass from telephone poststo leavin` `em makin` `em bleed without no moneyGun me, hoe niggas wanna do that, do thatBut I go out and get a new gat, new gat and let `em have itNigga, so D-Boyz got love for me(E-40)I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for meI got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for meNigga got outta line I had to chop himReached into my draws and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)Motherfucker got outta place I had to chop himReached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)Nigga got outta place, youse got to pop himReach up in your draws and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)Rookie get outta line you better ice himReach into your d-dun-dun-duns and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)Just call me Chef Boyardee-Boy, soda for bakin`Cupcakes and cookies, rappies I`m makin` huhTall cash, can`t let eat up my grassDon`t make me have to come back and split your parents house in halfwith my 6RP226-Diana Ross cousin Nina - Mr. Meaner, body bleederHeartless, empty the cartridge rollSmartless, get out and die so coldHollow point hot ones dipped in garlicI lives up the bar like an AlcoholicNiggas think that I be bluffin` when I tell `em I`m a good shotBut I`m also into some other things like ice picks and piano stringsSo bitch, I`m tryin` to get nickerageOpen up shop, cotton candy and liquorice, uh(Outro: Spice 1 & E-40)Shoot `em up nowBlaow! Spiggidy one whippin` up on dat ass for nine-fourDa-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-thaShoot `em up now, byd-a-bye-byeBlaow! (Spiggity sp, sp, spiggity sp, sp, spit nigga hahahahaha)They call me Spiggity one, Spiggity oneMe bust a cap up in your ass with big black gun, byd-a-bye-byeChill man, me roll down the block with my niggaByd-a-bye-bye, Spiggidy one whippin` up on dat assChill man, livin` in the city is a motherfuckin` task(What`s a 7-0-7 on er... your trunk nigga?) 5-10(4-1-5`s?), yeah (That`s four-fifteens if y`all bitches didn`t know)Yeah bitch, stupid ass hoes(Da-tha-tha, sing it with me, da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha, ah yeah)(*Whistling*)

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