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Robert L. Green, Jr., better known by his stage name Spice 1, is an American rapper born in Corsicana, Texas. He has consistently been releasing solo and group albums since 1992. Spice 1 was ranked number 56 in The Source magazine's Top 115 Hip-Hop Artists from 1988–2003. His self-titled debut was also listed in The Source's 100 Best Rap Albums. more »

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Aw shit
One of them fake-ass answer machines again
1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine

Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi hope ya not a cop, 'cause mi be slingin' dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin' da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps 'cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin' muthafuckas, sellin' 'em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the Fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't f*ck with mi posse 'cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the Faculty is back up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a

Geah man
Ha-ha
Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right?
But I heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right?
You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas
So what's up with that, nigga?

Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta
S-p-I-see-e is a real one, and not a pranksta
Mi like to bust-bang, shootin' 'em up, mi glocks hang
Shootin' out da window of mi drop-top Mustang
Aim for da chest while Ant Banks hold di clip
Mi buckin 'em down, mi buckin 'em down 'cause for mi kilo mi killa
Roll up a twenty sack, call mi da gangsta mack
Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 187 line and order your rock-a

Geah man

Ah yeah
This, ah
Liquor Store Willie, ah
I want to,
I want some for 10 dollars
Can you do somethin' for me for 10?

Mi nigga Ant Banks, 
Come down with di funky breakdown
Damn man
This ganja gets you fucked up, man
Geah
Mi need lick up another 20 sack
Geah man

Mi kickin' da rasta shit, but mi not Shabba Ranks-a
Mi Spice 1, di mothafuckin' gangsta
Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya
If you comin' at me talkin' about sinsemilia
Mi nigga G-Nut put together Endonesia
Mi call it Gaja, give me some fire-a
Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush
Even though Endonesia make me nervous
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin' up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock
Let dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order your rock
Geah man

Uh yeah
Uh this, eh
Suck-Your-Dick Sally from the liquor store down the block
Uh, I ain't got no money, but I'll suck your dick for a 10 piece

Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the East Bay Gangsta
The city streets make a nigga want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you fucked in the game
The killin' dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, it's 187 proof-a
So Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juice-a
Mi signed with Jive, now mi Jive-ass nigga
Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi watch da bitches 'cause da bitches a-gold digger
So D the Poet, won't you pass mi the liquor
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 1-800 and order your rocks

Geah man

Ah no, Spice
I don't want no rocks and shit, man
I'm callin 'cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster
Ain't never had a gun
Ain't never been to jail
Ain't never shot a muthafucka'
And I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin' all over this tape
I'm tired of it, man, I'm tired of it
I ain't buyin' it
F*ck that shit
You fake, partner
F*ck that
F*ck that
I'm out, man

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