Spice 1 Lyrics: Strap On The Side Lyrics

Spice 1 - Strap On The Side

Intro: Rollin with my muthafuckin strap on the side of me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G!

repeat Intro 3 more times.

Ver 1: Poke em down with the clip and the trigga

Screamin like Eiht yelling "Come on Nigga!"

Nappy head muthafuckas in a coupe de ville

Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill

You see I hops on the flo like my nigga Domino

And get a big fat sack of yay

A key or a half..the muthafuckin bay

Pistol-whipped him with an A-K.

Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body

I left his ass bloody in the front of the party.

It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut

Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.

Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this G

See.....I pull my muthafuckin UZI!

And, spill his brain (spill his brain)

spill his brain (spill his brain)

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'm comin with the 187, not with that ho shit

So niggas, pack up the bombs, so we can blow shit!

Repeat intro 2 times:

Ver 2: Comin up in a mask like Tales of the Cryptic

UZ thang swallows that ass like Lypton...Nigga!

And now, they're trying to wander and vigor

How the fuck Charles Manson try to step to a nigga?

Put a blast on their ass with the holes of the barrel

Bullets fly in a chest like a muthafuckin farrow.

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 nigga with the bags and the fat crack sack

Po-Poes on my back, blow their ass off the map!

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