Songtexte:
Spice 1 City Streets

very moment coke and ray started laughin And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin" In the city streets City streets

was flames" At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin And slapped each other's hands and said, "It's all about blastin" In the city streets City streets

that shit Neverland Ranch Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant you n-ggers beneath me now go get f-cking stomped son no I run this city

[ ant banks ] ( *burp* ) Aw shit One of them fake-ass answer machines again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine ( *dial tone* ) [ verse 1: spice 1 ] Mi-ni-

no love in this game (spice 1) I watched the po-po roll on and chase my partner See, my homie's get stole on fool, by the coppers See the, herion addicts and fiends walkin the city streets

be layin in your drop, shot Because the niggas that I fuck with is hella manish Down for the jack pull out their strap and watch your D's vanish Chorus: 4X (Spice 1

top Wit a vest on, T-shirt made teflon Fellin' like Spice-1, "wouldn't look to pretty wit my chest gone" Cause nigga don't play in the city of choppers

-Tang Clan And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clapping [Verse 2: Street] Street's running

that Pete can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool Very often we win, yo very sudden we lose Spice rockin' yo whole mother-fuckin city On A