Тексты песен «Spice 1»

[Verse 1] She call me on the phone breathin and moanin I'm seein phone call, sayin she wet, hot, and alone and Baby we could corleone it and fuck till the sunrise in the mornin I'm cocked strong, a gang of condoms,...

Evil lurks in the mind of mad men I have to call Spice 1 to put in work [Spice 1] Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house Spice motherfuckin 1 {*blam* That's how you do it! You just mobb up on a nigga...

[ mc ant ] Aiyyo spice all these rich motherfuckers keep going to The record stores buyin these fake ass raps You know what I'm sayin ? [ spice 1 ] Yeah , yeah I hear you byte all that fake shit Niggas need to get up...

One eighty seven, the one eighty seven The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven The one eighty seven, the one eighty seven One eighty seven, the one eighty...

I peep your thighs when I look in the car Baby, you ain't got to be on my shoulder to be a star Ain't a trick honey, 'cause tricks is for pimps and hoes Just want to get you in the bathroom and take off your clothes...

featuring E 40 & Young Kyoz Chorus: Uuuuugggghhhhh Yeah (Can U Feel It Baby?) Uuuuugggghhhhh Yeah (Can U Feel It Baby?) Uuuuugggghhhhh Yeah (I Want To Know) Verse 1: Young Kyoz Here I Come Steppin' Tha...

featuring E 40 & Young Kyoz Chorus: Uuuuugggghhhhh Yeah (Can U Feel It Baby?) Uuuuugggghhhhh Yeah (Can U Feel It Baby?) Uuuuugggghhhhh Yeah (I Want To Know) Verse 1: Young Kyoz Here I Come Steppin' Tha...

Yeah Spice muthafuckin one Coolin in cali Kickin that gangsta shit You get with it? [ verse 1 ] 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...

Yeah, the motherfuckin East Bay Gangster back in the house A.k.a. Mr. Kill Yo' Ass 187 Fac mothafucker Nine-trey G-Nut in the motherfuckin house Big John on that goddamn bass I'm 22 with a motherfuckin beer belly Some...

What's wrong, nigga? What's wrong, huh? You scared, nigga? You scared? What, you can't talk with a motherfuckin' gun in your mouth, nigga? I'm gonna give you a three count I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out One,...

What's wrong, nigga? What's wrong, huh? You scared, nigga? You scared? What, you can't talk with a motherfuckin' gun in your mouth, nigga? I'm gonna give you a three count I'ma blow your motherfuckin' brains out One,...

f/ Rappin' 4-Tay * send corrections to the typist (Chorus: Spice 1) They tried to pull my playa card But das OK They actin' like they don't know us But das OK I done emptied out a whole clip But das OK I reload...

Verse One: Spice 1 Born to die but hard to kill a buh buh ballin ass timer Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin Una Bomber Your arms still bleedin fifty feet from your body Your 40 ounce threw way back to...

(spice-1) It's the motherfuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'g' It's the b-o-s-s and the s-p-i-c-e So, put this gat in your pants (right) And we gonna rob these motherfuckers For every nookie and cranny My nigga...

(Spice-1) It's the motherfuckin heist so don't ring the alarm 'G' It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E So, put this gat in your pants (right) And we gonna rob these motherfuckers For every nookie and cranny My nigga...

Now don't you run away from my Glock You can't dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga, shit I'm comin' up at 'em with the 9's the Glocks and...

(kokane) Ah yeah... (spice 1) Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house rage Two and the one up on that dope track,...

May twenty-second two-thousand-and-five was the day Promise to you babygirl, my feelings stayin this way Never wanna hurt you, never will I leave you alone Everytime I'm by your side is when I'm really at home Always...

Ratta to the motherfuckin tat is how I stomp this Much love for niggas that's sleepin up in the darkness Cause I'm a crooked nigga 2 like Pac I do a 1 8 7 with this motherfuckin glock Shot you in the body Had to...

Verse 1: Welcome to the ghetto and this is the place young niggas be throwin they rocks up in my face My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup I’m pullin my gat to make a mutha fucka fold up In my Jag on my...