Текст песни Spice 1 - You Can Get the Gat for That
Spice 1 - You Can Get the Gat for That слова песни
You can get the gat for thisAnd you can get the gat for that(CHORUS)Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or dieI don`t give a fuck, I`m just a nigga stayin highSo why do you roll with a strap on ya sideCause these playin hatin niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzideNiggaz wonder why S-P-I do or dieI`m just a young nigga and I`m tryin to get my cash onSo why do you roll with a strap on ya sideCause if shit`ll get too funky I might have to get my blast onIt goes 1 for the treble, 2 for the funkTime to get my motherfuckin 12 gauge pumpI blast off like NASA, as I rolls right past yaBust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like casperI peels caps like bad, comes wicked like IzThey make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizzFor them bootsie motherfuckers that be ridin aroundHidin around the corner tryin to get a motherfucker downWearin his adams apple like a fuckin snappleDismantle motherfuckers, and hear they bodies crackleLaugh like a jackel as I tackle they assWith a fury of them buckshots, crackin they maskKinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey DahmerYou can get the gat for that kidnap your mamaThe big mack from the itty-bitty cityNiggaz actin shitty so I licks em with my nitty(CHORUS)Stick that nigga, I told my DJ Xtra LargeAs we pull some niggaz car up out his own garageI stack them niggaz up in them hearses like a can a sardines2000 dollars a body, I`m for hire if you got the green"Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say187, comin wicked leavin black much day"I don`t be fuckin with them niggaz who be shady n shitBetter stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a hindu to sip onTrip on this nigga that`s leavin` em dead in the alleyWhats your murder penal code? 781 here in CaliRed rum, we hit`cha and we give ya someSee mosta these niggaz up in my set, we bustin dum-dumsMy uzi eats em up and spits em out, fuck a title boutI`m pullin my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubtCause I ain`t playin, fightin is fuckin aroundI`d rather bust and leave your ass 6 feet up under ground(CHORUS)(G-Nut)Yeah, its the G-Motherfuckin Nizzo, that nappy headed niggaThey got me lookin up over my shoulder now manI gotta strapI ain`t be shady, playa hataz hate meBitches snitchin, heh, it really ain`t the sameBut um, Spice told me once, him and DJ Xtra Large, they told meThat I can get the strap for thisAnd that I can get the strap for thatAnd that`s what the fuck I`m gone doI`m out this bitch man