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spice 1 - 1-800-spice lyrics

[ ant banks ]
( -burp- )
aw sh-t
one of them fake–ss answer machines again
1-800-fake–ss-answer-machine
( -dial tone- )

[ verse 1: spice 1 ]
mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
da n-ggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a
mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a
mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
gafflin m-th-f-ckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
mi maxin up on the block with dis n-gga from the fac-a
mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
ya can’t f-ck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
ya want your ganja, xtra large’ll you a fat 20 sack-a
the 187, the faculty is back up in the house-a
so roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a

geah man

[ ant banks ]
ha-ha
yeah, you tight with all that gangsta sh-t, partner, right?
but i heard you ain’t the n-gga you claim to be, right?
you one of them studio gangsta m-th-f-ckas
so what’s up with that, n-gga?

[ verse 2: spice 1 ]
giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta
s-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta
mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang
shootin out da window of mi drop-top mustang
aim for da chest while ant banks hold di clip
mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi k!lla
roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
look down da street and you see me, n-gga, slingin crack
the dopeman set up shop on mi block
so call 187 line and order your rock-a

geah man

[ caller ]
ah yeah
this – ah
liquor store willie – ah
i wanna –
i want some for 10 dollars
can you do somethin for me for 10?

[ spice 1 ]
mi n-gga ant banks, come down with di funky breakdown
( -inhaling, coughing- )
d-mn man
this ganja gets you f-cked up, man
geah
mi need l!ck up another 20 sack
geah man

[ verse 3: spice 1 ]
mi kickin da rasta sh-t, but mi not shabba ranks-a
mi spice 1, di m-th-f-ckin gangsta
mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi k!ll ya
if you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia
mi n-gga g-nut put together endonesia
mi call it gaja, give me some fire-a
can’t lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush
even though endonesia make me nervous
mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block
play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock
let dem n-ggas know not to be rushin mi knot
so call 1-800 line and order your rock
geah man

[ caller ]
uh yeah
uh this – eh
suck-your-d-ck sally from the liquor store down the block
uh – i ain’t got no money, but i’ll suck your d-ck for a 10 piece

[ verse 4: spice 1 ]
before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
cause in mi neighborhood young n-ggas do di crime
it’s a ghetto thang to the east bay gangsta
the city streets make a n-gga want to shank ya
break yourself, now you f-cked in the game
the k!llin dance is a godd-mn shame
money or murder, it’s 187 proof-a
so ant banks, bust da gin and da juice-a
mi signed with jive, now mi jive–ss n-gga
break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
mi watch da b-tches cause da b-tches a-gold digger
so d the poet, won’t you p-ss mi the liquor
the dopeman set up shop on mi block
so call 1-800 and order your rocks

geah man

[ ant banks ]
ah no, spice
i don’t want no rocks and sh-t, man
i’m callin cause i heard you was a fake–ss studio gangster
ain’t never had a gun
ain’t never been to jail
ain’t never shot a m-th-f-cka
and i’m just tired of this fake–ss sh-t you kickin all over this tape
i’m tired of it, man, i’m tired of it
i ain’t buyin it
f-ck that sh-t
you fake, partner
f-ck that
f-ck that
i’m out, man

- spice 1 lyrics

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