Strap On The Side (Explicit) - Spice 1
Lyrics by:Spice 1
Composed by:Blackjack
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screamin' like Eiht yelling come on n***a
Nappy-head muthaf**kas in a coupe de Ville
Lightin' s**t up like fire Marshal Bill
You see I hops on the flow like my n***a Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay-ay
A key or a half a motherf**kin' thang
Pistol-whipped a n***a with an AK-ay
Peep this loddi-doddi I shot up his body
I left his a*s bloody in the front of the party
It's a yig-a-young n***a rollin' up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
N***as be gettin' gatted when they step to this G
See I pull my muthaf**kin' UZI
And spill his brain spill his brain
Spill his brain spill his brain
Spill his brain in his muthaf**kin' lap
I pulls a jack pulls a jack
Pulls a jack pulls a jack
And shoot the heart out his muthaf**kin' back
I'm comin' with the 17 not with that ho s**t
So n***as spark up the bomb so we can blow s**t
Blow s**t
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Comin' up in a mask like Tales from the Crypt
UZ thang swallows that a*s like limp dick n***a
And now they're trying to wander and figure
How the f**k Charles Manson turned himself to a n***a
A blast on their a*s with the holes of the barrel
Bullets fly in a chest like a muthaf**kin' sparrow
'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***a with the bags and the fat crack sack
Po-Poes on my back blow their a*s off the map
With the 187 mad man killa
Spill a n***a guts for the f**k 'cause I'll be
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
It goes one for the treble you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my b***h you Nina Ross
Ga-a-gat that a*s with the double-deuce Derringer
From the bay area the pall-burier
Six n***as carry ya momma in hysteria
Walk up to your muthaf**kin' coffin and I stare at ya
'Cause you're a dead muthaf**ka black
And you never should have f**ked with the 187 fac
So nick-nack paddywhack give a G a gat
And put some bullets in that a*s crack
Yeah break 'em down with the mac
And like John Madden '93 boom he's on his back
Spice 1 is a muthaf**kin' troopa
So say what's up to the east bay Freddy Krueger
Blow the head off the muthaf**kin' cow
When my gat goes off like an M1000
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on my side
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs
Rollin' with my muthaf**kin' strap on the side of me
Peace to my mothaf**kin' 9
Don't f**k with the east bay Gs