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spice 1 - no real g'z lyrics

they don’t make no more (no more), real n-gg-s like us (real gangsta rappers)
blaow! they don’t make real n-gg-s like us no more
take you back and kick some sh-t about the old school days
when me and 2pac use to smash through the motherf-ckin’ bay
he use to live by the lake, right by the parkway exit
we use to pull bad b-tches and get ’em -ss-hole naked
i was doin’ the “in my neighborhood” video shoot
just about the same time my n-gg- pac did “juice”
that n-gg- came through my video and said “whatsup-er”
spice 1, do that rap sh-t where you stutter
was a bad motherf-cker, we both laughed at eachother
off the good bin laden bomb indo smoke
true gun clappers, days of the real gangsta rappers
but in this time and day, sh-t, it dont matter
if the n-gg- liked the party they gonna give him the role
too many suckers in disguise wearin’ gangsta’s clothes
you can tell when you look in my eyes that i’m a ridah
ready to dump and bust slugs for my motherf-ckin’ partna’z blaow
there will never be another pac, or scarface
another ice cube n-gg-, won’t be another dr. dre
and what about the d.o.c. he made noise
but man, that sh-t was f-cked up when he lost his voice
real gangsta rappers, mc eiht and dj quick
them n-gg-s had me fired up with all that g-ngb-ng sh-t
don’t forget eazy e or the og ice t
that n-gg- too $hort use to pick me up from highschool g
the real pioneers of the gangsta rap scene
i use to open for n.w.a. at seventeen
use to be a jacka, call me the real gangsta rapper
westside n-gg- home of the playas pimps and macks
we the originators of gangsta sh-t, we love to spit it
tell the real, let these motherf-ckers know the ordeal
i remember dub c (w.c.) when he came wit the maad circle
from the north to the south cali n-gg-s was spittin verbals
you know jive records had to travel to the east
cause this gangsta rap sh-t was blowin up like yeast
f-ck with my n-gg- noreaga and my n-gg- cam’ron
my n-gg-s from all over queens, brooklyn and bronx
even though i’m comin’ from w.e.s.t
some of the n-gg-s on the east got love for me
real gangsta rappers, they respectin’ this thug sh-t
cause it was 187 dump a n-gg- in a ditch
even if a motherf-cker wasn’t likin’ our rap
he had to respect this motherf-ckin glock in my lap
when it comes to real gangsta rappers i’m one of the last
so catch a glimpse of a motherf-ckin blast from the past
spice 1, bossalini, fetti chico soprano
put a slug up in your -ss have you singin’ soprano
they don’t make real n-gg-s like us no mo’
but you can catch me signin’ autographs and doin’ a show
chorus til end (with talking)

- spice 1 lyrics

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