City Streets
Spice 1
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Yeah Spice muthafuckin' One Coolin' in Cali Kickin' that gangsta shit You get with it? Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften Hollow like a head without no brains inside And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-see-e Turned up my music and dashed, goin' 90, I mashed Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole With my vogues still smokin' hit 580 to Oakland Still upset with the police because my window was broken But my beat was still bumpin' and my amp was still pumpin' And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin' Got the twentieth and Nice as I kicked my tune Hooked a left on twent third and seen my homeboy June Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh Had my Nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow I told him what had happened and he already knew He said, "You got a little funky with a fake-ass crew The bass went boom and your gun went bang And all you could see was flames" At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin' And slapped each other's hands and said, "It's all about blastin'" In the city streets City streets Kickin' it at the park shootin' craps with some homies My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe I'm kissin' on the dice and I'm pimpin' 'em like my hoe So then I roll again, I'm fuckin' with Big Ben Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with that ten I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo' What came out the do'? Whaddaya know, I hit that four Fuckin' with the dank I'm hearin' Marvin Gaye's oldies Fadin another twenty, took a sip of my forty There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juice My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof I took a big-ass gulp and feelin' quite tipsy Knowin' I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his place Then G-Nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin' in the dirt So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo' Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that And said, "This is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back" I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast And when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets The city streets A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is funny By any means necessary I must make my money If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind In this world of madness muthafuckas die Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies And set like an example, a villain like John Gotti The muthafuckin' gangsta S-p-i-c-e They ring my mobile phone, now who the f*ck could that be? Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm busy clockin' G's I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!' The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin' jack I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like that These niggas caught me slippin', and f*ck a yellow sack Niggas must be trippin' 'cause they Daytons touch my back I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head With blood all over his face is how the homie fled I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets Aight, Banks Let's pack the shit up, mayn
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Written by: ROBERT LEE JR. GREEN
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