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spice 1 – strapped كلمات اغاني

intro: spice 1, aloe jo’el & ?:

blaow!
coolin’ on the corner with the cellular phone (coolin’)
you can tell that the eastside was his home (yeah, hey)
most (?) than the rest of the pushers (ooh)
and he got a tommy sue in the bushes, ooh

chorus: aloe jo’el & ?:

rollin’ with my mothaf_ckin’ strap on the side o’ me
rollin’ with my mothaf_cka strap on the side of me
’cause i don’t trust these bustas (no)
and i don’t trust these b_tches (no, no)
so i’ll be rollin’ with my mothaf_ckin’ strap on the side o’ me
i’ll be…
’cause i don’t trust thеse bustas (no)
won’t stand these b_tchеs

verse 1: ?:

plug ’em off quick, i don’t trust these hoes
keep a chopper close by like i’m e_40
must slip or ride or die young, rip bo
i really get caught wit’ it then we out of the show (yeah)
save the feats with your money for your facebook post
then caught you slippin’ on the (?) and god rest your soul
never heard o’ low pro, boy, you suck too hard
the police will jack boys, bo (?) your car
knots in my pocket, boy, at least two grand
diamonds on my chain, pistol close at hand
boy, you think you superman instead of lovin’ them hoes
and side b set you off, man and lock the do’ (superman, superman)
and reelin’ mo’ banana clips for that marky sh_t
with yo’ heart for what we got went from corners with bricks
my scrilla, my life, i need both these sh_ts
never leave home without it, boy, i keep my b_tch
chorus

verse 2: spice 1:

blaow!
coolin’ on the corner with the strap on the side
i’m 187 proof (yeah) in my neighborhood and i’m high
n_gga like the death star, puffin’ on og skywalker
jedi, fake (?) like robe on my range, dead_eye (og skywalker)
i’m kickin’ tales from the hood about n_ggas with no heart
welcome to the ghetto, 187 is an art (tales from the hood)
i don’t trust these n_ggas for as i can throw a g sellin’
that’s why it’s nothin’, for sendin’ they b_tch_ass to ghetto heaven, blaow!
lodi dodi, woke up in bugatti
and i’m just happy that a n_gga has some heat on his body
g_g_g_got myself an uzi and my brother a nine
gotta st_stay on al_alert ’cause haters watchin’ me shine
it’s the bossilini, i stay heated and stay paid (paid)
’cause when you around, b_tch n_ggas speak on your grave
f_ck ’em, ro_rollin’ with the strap on the side
i even filed down a 5 and peel off my ni_nine, blaow!

chorus

verse 3: bushwick bill:
what? that’s what i was talkin’ ’bout, man! that’s right, never do that, (?), you know i’m talkin’ ’bout? you know what you gotta do, this is (?)
hate is the root of all evil, don’t let it get beneath you
so when a brother stop bein’ frog and see right through you (rollin’ with my mothaf_ckin’ strap)
you know me, man, business as usual
and when it comes to love, son, make sure it’s neutral
cats’ll shoot you, over some bs or ps
sh_t, like a letter make sure you sincere it
i roll with 25 to lifers for my n_ggas not here
throw some bravers for your speakers ’cause for you i share it
my n_gga never get ahead of himself
he tryna find ways to better himself
he wasn’t lovin’ the wealth (ooh)
cause in effect, rhyme and reason
this goes out to all my dirty side def for 12 months in 4 seasons, stay strapped

chorus

- spice 1

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