Текст песни East Bay Gangster (Reggae) - Spice 1
Welcome
to
the
ghetto,
and
this
is
the
place,
young
niggas
be
throwin
They
rocks
up
in
my
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'ma
bank
ya,
so
say
what
up
to
the
Mutha
fuckin
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
cose
range
right
behind
me,
tinted
windows
up
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'ma
Blow
your
fuckin
house
up
And
if
youever
disrespect
me
I'ma
bank
ya,
so
say
what
up
to
the
mutha
Fuckin
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(???)
G-Nut
Because
he's
down
with
the
Fac,
lynch
mutha
fuckas
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
mutha
fuckas
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'ma
bank
ya,
so
say
what
up
to
the
mutha
Fuckin
eastbay
gangsta
Dja
Mon,
me
gonna
kick
the
funky
gangsta
shit
mon,
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
Dja
mon,
mida
me
got
E-A-Ski
in
the
house
mon,
Me
got
me
DJ
Xtra
Large
Mon,
We
got
CMT
in
the
mutha
fuckin
house,
Dja
Mon
we
got
(????)
Check
It
out!
Me
pullin
out
me
glock
mon
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
the
1 In My Neighborhood
2 187 Proof
3 East Bay Gangster (Reggae)
4 Money Gone
5 1-800-Spice
6 Peace to My Nine
7 Young Nigga
8 Welcome To The Ghetto
9 Fucked In the Game
10 Money or Murder
11 City Streets
12 1-900-S.P.I.C.E.
13 Break Yourself
14 187 Pure
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