you know what I'm sayin' Ant Banks kickin' it wit the boy Spice 1 Comin' at your dome, hey Spice let it be Known" [Verse 1: Spice 1] Spice 1 with the
you how the East coast rocks) [Daddy-O] Now this ain't Oaktown, it's New York son but the funk still flows like it does with Ant Banks and Spice 1 Takin
of sugar And a dash of spice I'll let ya lick the spoon Because it tastes so nice I'll keep it in my oven 'Til it's good and hot Keep on stirring
Boom boom motherfucker and it don't stop Fuck a cop pass the glock and it won't stop If ya ready for my flow hit me (Hoooooooo!) X3 Stop fronting motherfucker let
'll be slangin these thangs till the break of dawn Gotta make my ends, Then it's time to take it home Got some hoochies on my pager It's major, Let me
on Bang Bros. Stacking You Tube, hits like a double rainbow So fresh, got a Old Spice old feel Tryna stay on course like a roadskill They wanna know how I be killin' it
Down Low, Worked Too Hard Just To Let It Go (Yeh Yeh). This Time I Got To Let You Know, That... It's No Provocation, Just Let Flow And Show Me Emotion
veterans And better than you young cheesy cheddermen, bouncin' cross the nation And you home watchin' Letterman. I'm the nigga that got'em listenin' I know it's sickenin' to know
: (feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me?
it 1000 you know my motto n-gga don?t just talk it, be about it you talk it, but we about it we do it, you read about it leave ?em don?t speak about
importantly it's influencing our minors And destroying our communities Officials say, "He's the Lord of underground rap And his music must be stopped
) Camaro I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push I used to get my ass wooped for listenin to spice 1
got 5 on it (Got it good) Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got 5 on it Messin' with that endo weed I got 5 on it (Got it good) It's got me stuck, cannot
the show ain't brocoli and rice the newer to the new not the old spice mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue betty cracker made it better poindex
looking sweet Shorty dress hot from her head to her feet. (Verse.1) Sweet sexy sweet and nice Sweet sweet like sugar sweet sweet like spice Want you be my honey girl Want you be
cheddar men Bouncin' across the nation and you home watchin' Letterman I'm the nigga that got 'em listenin', I know it's sickenin' To know I'm the nigga
like negros Him an' those individuals called criminals? Who wanna fuck wit it? I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 an' let you niggas know I'm gung
the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow You suckers get played like a piccolo And I let you know
