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Spice 1
Spice 1
Бэк-вокал
BlackJack
BlackJack
Программирование
G-Man
G-Man
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Lonnie Simmons
Lonnie Simmons
Тексты песен
Charlie Wilson
Charlie Wilson
Тексты песен
Robert Wilson
Robert Wilson
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Ronnie Wilson
Ronnie Wilson
Композитор
Rudy Taylor
Rudy Taylor
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Spice 1
Spice 1
Аранжировщик вокала
BlackJack
BlackJack
Аранжировщик
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Spice 1
Spice 1
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BlackJack
BlackJack
Продюсер
Josh Azhziger
Josh Azhziger
Миксинг-инженер
Eric Janko
Eric Janko
Миксинг-инженер
Bruce Leighton
Bruce Leighton
Инженер звукозаписи
David sparks dwiz
David sparks dwiz
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Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me Don't fuck with the East Bay G .Repeat three more times Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga Screaming like Eiht yelling come on niggaz Nappy head muthafuckas in a coupe Deville Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill You see I hops on the flo like my nigga Dominoe And get a big fat sack of yay-ay A key or a half a muthafuckin thang Pistol whip a nigga with an AK-ay Peep this lodi dodi I shot up his body Left his ass bloody in the front of the party Yi-a-yi-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this Geezy I pulls my motherfucking Uzi And spill his brain *spill his brain* Spill his brain *spill his brain* I Spill his brain in his muthafuckin lap I pulls a jack *pulls a jack* Pulls a jack *pulls a jack* And shoot the heart out his muthafuckin back I come with 187 not with that ho shit So nigga spark up the bomb so we can blow shit ...Repeat intro 2 times Comin up on they ass like Tales of the Crypt then Uz-stang swallow that ass like Lipton *nigga* And now they try to wonder and figure How the fuck Charles Manson turned his self to a nigga Ba-a-blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel Bullets fly in they chest like a muthafuckin sparrow Cause we get like Steven King bodies swing from my ceiling Opens up the chest when it's time for the cap peeling 9-4 hit the do' with a fat gat Comin like this break em down like that The nigga with the plats and the fat crack sack Po pos on my back blow they ass off the map With the 187 mad man killa Spill a nigga guts for the fuck *cause I be* ...Repeat intro 4 times It goes one for the trouble but you don't wanna floss Unless you wanna flex with my bitch Nina Ross Ga-a-gat that ass with the double deuce derringer From the bay area the pall bearer 6 niggas carry ya momma in hysteria Walk up to your mutherfuckin coffin and I stare at cha Cause you're a dead muthafucka black And you never should have fucked with the 187 FAC So nick nack patty whack 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 muthafuckin trooper So say what up to the East Bay Freddy Kruger Blow the head off a muthafuckin cow When my gat goes off like a M-1000 Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap Rollin with my muthafuckin strap on the side *peace to my muthafuckin nine ... Repeat intro 8 times
Writer(s): Robert Lee Jr. Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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