a dip with Tip Tip get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Deee livin that DP, give me that ST in a 4-0 a 0-E from my OG and a bag of them ol' hot ass
on your CD player The Budda King, blunt smokin the weed wayer Ridin from the EastSide of LA, who what? You holdin my nuts, like a hice cup runnin up Keep
up from dumpin on these niggas in my motherfuckin face I breaks em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice.. [Spice 1:] Gettin' it on like Marvin
fuckas know what I'm talkin about Hop in a bucket and smash with a fifth of the gas And light a mutha fuckin blunt wit my crazy ass Spice 1, Haystck with
reload it [Spice 1] Like gang writin' on the wall I'm x-ed the fuck out Extra doubt, which niggas is next to check out? I got a fo'-five, A AR and a
it ain't rough, it ain't me) [Spice 1] More chips no kippers more bits like your computer With a niglet with the criminal mind like Lex Luger I, leave your top in your lap like I-B-M N-a
niggas don't know my background You just stuck on that player hation Why a nigga wanna talk bad on a timer who been down from the Get Go I can smoke a blunt
convertible My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a
my money motherfucka I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to let em Go to the pen, or make