Lyrics:
Got some Norwegian spice
All thanks to Knut
Chelsea is a cook
Making meals with some flavor
And I'm the guy who
Made a song a ten years later
Gotta have
Album
Hahile Junei Bhai
Toi Taar Mukh Faal (mufaad)
Straight Outta Compton
Na Bhai Na
I'm Straight Outta D-Town
Bars Mur Ice Cube
You can't Sit Down
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
piece of me
X3 hennessey
I'm labelled off white
I'm fire like spice
I'm ballin 'n lightning don't ever strike twice
They wanna piece of me
Hennessey
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
to laugh, learnt how to cry
Learnt how to hold my head up high
I stand by my man but I'm still who I am
And man I feel like a woman
Yeah I live my life with
muhfuckin' recipe
Positivity
My all giving energy
And that's a guarantee
Now I ain't cooking when I'm cooking
I be cheffing up a hook and putting spices
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,
the truest
Dumber than Three Stooges
Hummers, we steady cruising like time do
Higher than a Vanilla Sky, float by you
When I'm through
I'll probably let you
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
and the haters start watchin',
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option,
I'm back with
a pessimist
Still walk to work
Im so pedestrian
Tryna fuck these two
Twin lesbians allegedly
They good with them 3s like
Steph and them I wonder
If they let
Make a nigga say, "Bring that back" (bring that back)
Now, do I like her or do I love her?
I put my shit in gear and burn rubber
Spice One and Short
high time, droppin' rhymes like spices talkin' dried thyme
Always hidden, catchin' all these hints not at the right time
Might I? Maybe sayin' could I
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
spice
Like a little mixture
Sweet girl with hot spice
When we in the picture
She could be dark or light
My designs I do three stripes
But to make sure I
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)
Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive
Blowin'
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
First rap album I owned had ‘Dope Feen Beat'
In the grade school, had a fool suspended for a week
I called my teacher bitch, principal a bitch
In
coupe
Wanna feature yeah you gotta pay for spice
If I fuck with you I don't overprice
Spending for these beats that's a sacrifice
Droppin all these albums
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
to go
Feel all the spices hit the back of your throat
Aftertaste leaving burns in my mouth
Wait, which Korea? It's the one in the south
When I took that
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