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spice 1 - strap on the side lyrics

intro: rollin with my m-th-f-ckin strap on the side of me
don’t f-ck with the east bay g!

repeat intro 3 more times.

ver 1: poke em down with the clip and the trigga
screamin like eiht yelling “come on n-gg-!”
nappy head m-th-f-ckas in a coupe de ville
lightin sh-t up like fire marshal bill
you see i hops on the flo like my n-gg- domino
and get a big fat sack of yay
a key or a half.the m-th-f-ckin bay
pistol-whipped him with an a-k.
peep this, loddi-doddi, i shot up his body
i left his -ss bl–dy in the front of the party.
it’s a yig-a-young n-gg- rollin up out the cut
do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
n-gg-s be gettin gatted when they step to this g
see… i pull my m-th-f-ckin uzi!
and, spill his brain (spill his brain)
spill his brain (spill his brain)
spill his brain in his m-th-f-ckin lap.
i pulls a jack (pulls a jack).pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
and shoot the heart out his m-th-f-ckin back!
i’m comin with the 187, not with that ho sh-t
so n-gg-s, pack up the bombs, so we can blow sh-t!

repeat intro 2 times:

ver 2: comin up in a mask like tales of the cryptic
uz thang swallows that -ss like lypton… n-gg-!
and now, they’re trying to wander and vigor
how the f-ck charles manson try to step to a n-gg-?
put a blast on their -ss with the holes of the barrel
bullets fly in a chest like a m-th-f-ckin farrow.
cause we get like steven king, bodies swing from my ceiling
oak was in the chest when it’s time for cap peelin.
9-4, hit the do with a fat gat
comin like this, break em down like that.
the n-gg- with the bags and the fat crack sack
po-poes on my back, blow their -ss off the map!
with the 1-8-7, mad man killa
spill a n-gg- guys for the f-ck… cause, i’ll be.

repeat intro 3 times:

ver 3: it goes one for the treble, you don’t wanna floss
unless you wanna flex with my b-tch you little boss.
ga-a-gat that -ss with the double-deuce darringer
from the bay area… the pall bearer
6 n-gg-s carry ya… momma in hysteria…
welcome to your m-th-f-ckin coffin, they’ll stare at ya!
cause, you’re a dead m-th-f-cka.black
and you never should have f-cked with the 1-8-7 fat.
so nick-nack.patty-wack, give a g a gat
and put some bullets in that -ss crack!
yeah, break em down with the mack
and like john madden 93, “boom! he’s on his back!”
spice 1 is a m-th-f-ckin troopa
so, say what’s up to the east bay freddy kruegar.
blow the head off the m-th-f-ckin cow
when my gat goes off like an air 1000.
take the hood off your hooptie when i bust a cap
rollin with my m-th-f-ckin strap on my side!

repeat intro 8 times.

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