1-800-Spice

( *burp* )

Aw shit

One of them fake-ass answer machines again

1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine

( *dial tone* )

Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a

Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a

Da **** up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a

Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a

Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a

Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a

Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a

Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter

Mi maxin up on the block with dis **** from the Fac-a

Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a

Ya can't fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped

Ya want your ganja, Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-a

The 187, the Faculty is back up in the house-a

So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a

Geah man

Ha-ha

Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right?

But I heard you ain't the **** you claim to be, right?

You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas

So what's up with that, ****?

Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta

S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta

Mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi Glocks hang

Shootin out da window of mi drop-top Mustang

Aim for da chest while Ant Banks hold di clip

Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa

Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack

Look down da street and you see me, ****, slingin crack

The dopeman set up shop on mi block

So call 187 line and order your rock-a

Geah man

Ah yeah

This - ah

Liquor Store Willie - ah

I wanna -

I want some for 10 dollars

Can you do somethin for me for 10?

Mi **** Ant Banks, come down with di funky breakdown

( *inhaling, coughing* )

Damn man

This ganja gets you fucked up, man

Geah

Mi need lick up another 20 sack

Geah man

Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not Shabba Ranks-a

Mi Spice 1, di muthafuckin gangsta

Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya

If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia

Mi **** G-Nut put together Endonesia

Mi call it Gaja, give me some fire-a

Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a

Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush

Even though Endonesia make me nervous

Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block

Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi Glock

Let dem **** know not to be rushin mi knot

So call 1-800 line and order your rock

Geah man

Uh yeah

Uh this - eh

Suck-Your-Dick Sally from the liquor store down the block

Uh - I ain't got no money, but I'll suck your dick for a 10 piece

Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine

Cause in mi neighborhood young **** do di crime

It's a ghetto thang to the East Bay Gangsta

The city streets make a **** want to shank ya

Break yourself, now you fucked in the game

The killin dance is a goddamn shame

Money or murder, it's 187 proof-a

So Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juice-a

Mi signed with Jive, now mi Jive-ass ****

Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger

Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches a-gold digger

So D the Poet, won't you pass mi the liquor

The dopeman set up shop on mi block

So call 1-800 and order your rocks

Geah man

Ah no, Spice

I don't want no rocks and shit, man

I'm callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster

Ain't never had a gun

Ain't never been to jail

Ain't never shot a muthafucka

And I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tape

I'm tired of it, man, I'm tired of it

I ain't buyin it

Fuck that shit

You fake, partner

Fuck that

Fuck that

I'm out, man