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spice 1 - strap on the side (street remix) كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf_ckin’ 9)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)

[verse 1]
broke ’em down with the clip and a trigger
screamin’ like eiht, yelling, “come on, n_ggas”
nappy head motherf_ckers in a coupe de ville
lightin’ sh_t up like fire marshal bill
you see i hops on the flow like my n_gga domino
and get a big fat sack of yay_ay
a ki or a half, a motherf_ckin’ thang
pistol whip a n_gga with a ak_ay
peep this, la_di_da_di, i shot up his body
left his ass bl__dy in the front of the party
yeah, a y_a_young n_gga rollin’ up out the cut
do a drive_by with the feds on my nuts
n_ggas be gettin’ gatted when they step to this g, see
i pulls my motherf_ckin’ uzi
and spill his brains (spill his brains), spill his brains (spill his brains)
spill his brains in his motherf_ckin’ lap
i pulls a jack (pulls a jack), pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
and shoot the heart out his motherf_ckin’ back
i come from 187, not with that ho sh_t
so n_gga, spark up the bomb so we can blow sh_t (blow sh_t)
[chorus]
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf_ckin’ 9)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf_ckin’ 9)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g

[verse 2]
comin’ up at they ass like tales of the crypt, and
uz’ thing swallow that ass like lipton, n_gga
and now they try to wonder and figure
how the f_ck charles manson turned himself to a n_gga
b_uh_blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel
bullets fly in they chest like a motherf_ckin’ sparrow
’cause we get like stephen king, bodies swing from my ceiling
opens up your chest when it’s time for the cap peelin’
‘9_4, in the door with a fat gat
comin’ like this, break ’em down like that
the n_gga with the plats and a fat crack sack
po_pos on my back, blow they ass off the map
with the 1_8_7, madman k!ller
spill a n_gga guts for the f_ck, ’cause i be—

[chorus]
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf_ckin’ 9)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf_ckin’ 9)
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf_ckin’ 9)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf_ckin’ 9)
don’t f_ck with the east bay g
[verse 3]
it goes one for the treble but you don’t wanna floss
unless you wanna flex with my b_tch nina ross
g_uh_gat that ass with the double deuce derringer
from the bay area, the pall burier
six n_ggas carry ya, mama in hysteria
walk up to your motherf_ckin’ coffin and i stare at ya
’cause you’s a dead motherf_cker, black
and you never shoulda f_cked with the 187 fac
so knick knack paddy wack, give a g a gat
and put some bullets in that ass crack, yeah
break ’em down with the mac
and like john madden ’93, boom, he’s on his back
spice 1 is a motherf_ckin’ trooper
so say “what up” to the east bay freddy krueger
blow the head off a motherf_ckin’ cow
when my gat go off like a m_1000
take the hood off your hooptie when i bust a cap
rolling with my motherf_ckin’ strap on the side

- spice 1

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