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spice 1 – body y’all lyrics

intro:

yeah, yeah, n+gga this is cali. (hahahaha, blaow), n+gga, this is cali, the f+ck you thought this was, n+gga, this is cali, what?

chorus:

y’all gon’ make me body y’all
body all o’ y’all, like para+pop+pop+pop
body y’all, body y’all
y’all gon’ make me body+ody all o’ y’all
like para+pop+pop+pop
n+gga, this is cali

verse 1:

i’ll be the first n+gga to say i’m from the bay
with mc eiht in murda show, i had an a and the k
now i can roll up in the roverie joyce in a rolls royce
pull up on your b+tch in a luxury car, my choice
it’s westside, not yo’ average g’s
n+ggas bite the bullet in indo with chest cavities
rules and regulations, watch us regulate cali
from the mothaf+ckin’ projects back down to the valley
you can’t come out here with no reprеsentation
or get yo’ ass caught up slippin’ at the gas station, n+gga
gеt knocked the f+ck out
and it’s both our car, i’m just takin’ it to my house
h+lla d+rose and triple o, double og’s
tryna get the california cheese
put your mothaf+ckin’ back out, strap on the side
open up your chest ’bout this f+ckin’ wide
n+ggas trip on colors and everybody know it
gang task force on the scene, c+cked and loaded
bring your hoe if you want, put the b+tch on the track
and if she fall off she ain’t never come back, this is cali
chorus

verse 2:

yes yes y’all, yes yes y’all
i put his cherry pop on the wall y’all
you ain’t never had a friend like me when the homies call
i’m still amerikkka’s nightmare dy+dyin’ 2 ball
jealous n+ggas still got me rollin’ with the strap on the side
bring my n+gga draco along fulla ridas
about the power and money, the riders and b+tches
i got the thug disease and there ain’t no cure for the sickness
and now i’m try+trying to get+a+get money like mansa musa
don’t f+ck with my gelato, my cream, n+gga, my gooda
birds fly high thirty+thousand feet to be exact
tracin’ the package making sure i got the right address
and when it land i’mma scream “touchdown” like nfl
’cause i’m fresh out the belly of the beast and been through h+ll, n+gga
street general, wit’ a few lieutenants
had 15 n+ggas at yo’ house in 20 minutes, what
it’s mob though
shoot me in the chest and i bleed weed smoke
mob style, pull like sammy the bull
send a bird to the trap, use a b+tch for the mule
this is cali
chorus

- spice 1 lyrics

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