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spice 1 - 187 pure lyrics

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i once knew a n-gg- named endo weed
used to hang out with killers slang ice and speed
speed had a little b-tch named mary jane
who had a brother named c-ke and he carried a cane

c-ke and endo two big macks
c-ke had a grenade, told endo catch
doin’ it just for fun best friends don’t gank
you catch ’em kickin’ it at the park a lot f-ckin’ wit dank

dank was real just a hardcore n-gg-
shot his b-tch up ’cause she drank all the liquor
seen him at the park drinkin’ 40’s last week
did a drive-by on some n-gg-s in a jeep

he shot up heroin and p.c.p
some n-gg-s from a clique called l.s.d
these n-gg-s wasn’t playin’ they got straight to the point
shot up his mothers house col’ smoked the joint

all he left was two brothers by the last name doobie
two midget -ss gangsters both strapped both nuttey
one had the nine and the other had the 4-5
when they did a hit it took ’em both to drive

didn’t use nuttin’ fast like a vette or a jag
did a drive-by in the m-th- f-ckin’ drop top zig-zag
c-ke and his sister mary jane
on marijuana block drinkin’ 40’s to the brain

and wadn’t trippin’ off the gunshots
’cause on marijuana block no one calls the cops
the m-th- f-ckin’ murder rap got you keyed for sure
’cause it’s 187 pure, check it out

endo, endo
endo smoked ’em all

sesame street, where c-ke pimped ho’s with a gl-ss pipe
and got paid green at midnight
wadn’t no more hennessey
so the cops had ta roll up sess for me

officer taylor with the high beams
talkin’ that gang sh-t strapped wit a dope screen
ran up on c-ke and jane
f-cked up c-ke and beat him down with his own cane

said you better quit f-ckin’ with dank
’cause if you don’t i’ll turn your -ss to crank
and smashed off on a speedball
’cause he just got the doobie brothers drive-by call

dank hit the corner something caught his eye
that s-xy -ss black b-tch chocolate tye
she was thick and rich, b-tch couldn’t be cuter
had nice brown eyes and a big round budda

took her to the ‘tel didn’t pull no stunts
told the b-tch he was f-ckin’, the n-gg- was quite blunt
the m-th- f-ckin’ murder rap got ya keyed for sure
’cause it was 187 pure, check it out

th-th-this is your brain on
endo
th-th-this is your brain on
(god d-mn)
th-th-this is your brain on
(this that real sh-t, d-mn)
th-th-this is your brain on
(god d-mn boy)
th-th-this is your brain, brain brain on
(where the f-ck you get this from 73rd, sh-t?)
th-th-this is your brain
th-th-this is your brain
th-th-this is your brain on
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