paroles de chanson East Bay Gangsta - Spice 1

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place
Young niggas be throwin they rocks up in yo face
My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup
I'm pullin my gat to make a mutha fucka fold up
In my Jag on my phone talkin business
Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this
I'm tellin him drop it Yo let's box and we can go a round
He dropped his gat I picked it up and blew his ass down
I know it's scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty fact
I'd rather hear my Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
It's for protection not to kill or break a nigga's bones
Back to the story, here's the story B the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall
My homey G was on my phone buggin off my call
I tried to smash but I'm lookin at some high beams
Into the eyes of some mutha fuckin dope fiend
He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off
I shot my Uzi up in the air and then I smashed off
I'm rollin thicker than a milkshake
I like to eat crab but I prefer Steak
I ain't no joke mutha fucka so don't play yourself
I flip you over fry your ass like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me I'mma bank ya
So say what up to the muthafuckin east bay gangsta
Meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the AK
The 187 posse robbed the bank in a way
Legal or illegal it's the way of the bay
The government keep the profit of cocaine in a way
Me shootin up me shootin up if he don't give me my pay
The niggas up on the block send for me every day
A thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away
Just call me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Looked in my mirror close range right behind me
Tinted up niggas in the Benz 190
I ain't no dummy knew right off he's tryin to kill me
If I don't smash full of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble
I'll shoot him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble
187 did I do it with an AK
Another day a nigga dead up in the alleyway
Why did I do it, it's my pistol and I packed it
I think they need to lock my ass up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas listen close to this warnin
While I get into your ass like Charmin
Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up
You ever shuck me I'mma blow your fuckin house up
And if you ever disrespect me I'mma bank ya

So say what up to the muthafuckin eastbay gangsta

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta
Kickin the funky gi-gi-da gi-gi-da
Gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta
The gangsta shit because he's down with the Fac
Lynch muthafuckas when we're coolin the block
The X the L the A the R-G-E
The murder fac 187 posse
The E-A-Ski is with 187
The CMT is with 187

Now as I'm maxin in this mutha fuckin jail cell
With nuthin but dried up funk to smell
I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools
And why I'm coolin in these fucked up county blues
I've murder muthafuckas singular and in a pair
And in the morning I'll be getting the electric chair
But do I care?
Yo I could give a fuck less
The CIA, FBI got it in the chest
Tappin my phone calls wires hidden in my walls
I had the money flowin smooth like Niagara Falls
The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal
Because my bullet ate his ass like a cannibal
Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace
And then I emptied the clip off up in his fuckin face
His partner callin for backup as I was breakin out
Nigga refused to die, that's what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness because I ain't the one
To feel the fuckin blast of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass
I'm goin straight Hell
That's why I'm kickin you tales
Of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me I'mma bank ya
So say what up to the muthafuckin eastbay gangsta

Geah man, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit man
Me kickin the funky gangsta
The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta
Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta
Geah man, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house man
Me got me DJ Xtra Large man

Me got-a CMT in the muthafuckin house man
Geah man, we got my nigga Slip in
The muthafukin house man serve me some G
Check It out!

Me pullin out me Glock man to settle the ghetto job
Me kickin the funky Reggae kickin the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta
Then shoot up your bitch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
Me fuckin with dank me fuckin with dank It's S-P-I-C-E 1
Me buckin 'em down me buckin 'em down shootin lead in his lung
Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch sprung
The 187 faculty, bitch, so fuck this last song-uh