
spice 1 - strap on the side (street remix) lyrics
[chorus]
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
(got a strap on the side, got a strap on the side)
[verse 1]
broke ’em down with the clip and a trigger
screamin’ like eiht, yelling, “come on, n+ggas”
nappy head motherf+ckers in a coupe de ville
lightin’ sh+t up like fire marshal bill
you see i hops on the flow like my n+gga domino
and get a big fat sack of yay+ay
a ki or a half, a motherf+ckin’ thang
pistol whip a n+gga with a ak+ay
peep this, la+di+da+di, i shot up his body
left his ass bl++dy in the front of the party
yeah, a y+a+young n+gga rollin’ up out the cut
do a drive+by with the feds on my nuts
n+ggas be gettin’ gatted when they step to this g, see
i pulls my motherf+ckin’ uzi
and spill his brains (spill his brains), spill his brains (spill his brains)
spill his brains in his motherf+ckin’ lap
i pulls a jack (pulls a jack), pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
and shoot the heart out his motherf+ckin’ back
i come from 187, not with that ho sh+t
so n+gga, spark up the bomb so we can blow sh+t (blow sh+t)
[chorus]
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
[verse 2]
comin’ up at they ass like tales of the crypt, and
uz’ thing swallow that ass like lipton, n+gga
and now they try to wonder and figure
how the f+ck charles manson turned himself to a n+gga
b+uh+blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel
bullets fly in they chest like a motherf+ckin’ sparrow
’cause we get like stephen king, bodies swing from my ceiling
opens up your chest when it’s time for the cap peelin’
‘9+4, in the door with a fat gat
comin’ like this, break ’em down like that
the n+gga with the plats and a fat crack sack
po+pos on my back, blow they ass off the map
with the 1+8+7, madman k!ller
spill a n+gga guts for the f+ck, ’cause i be—
[chorus]
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
[verse 3]
it goes one for the treble but you don’t wanna floss
unless you wanna flex with my b+tch nina ross
g+uh+gat that ass with the double deuce derringer
from the bay area, the pall burier
six n+ggas carry ya, mama in hysteria
walk up to your motherf+ckin’ coffin and i stare at ya
’cause you’s a dead motherf+cker, black
and you never shoulda f+cked with the 187 fac
so knick knack paddy wack, give a g a gat
and put some bullets in that ass crack, yeah
break ’em down with the mac
and like john madden ’93, boom, he’s on his back
spice 1 is a motherf+ckin’ trooper
so say “what up” to the east bay freddy krueger
blow the head off a motherf+ckin’ cow
when my gat go off like a m+1000
take the hood off your hooptie when i bust a cap
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side
[chorus]
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
[outro]
rolling with my motherf+ckin’ strap on the side of me
(peace to my motherf+ckin’ 9)
don’t f+ck with the east bay g
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