lirik lagu spice 1 – body y’all
intro:
yeah, yeah, n~gga this is cali. (hahahaha, blaow), n~gga, this is cali, the f~ck you thought this was, n~gga, this is cali, what?
chorus:
y’all gon’ make me body y’all
body all o’ y’all, like para~pop~pop~pop
body y’all, body y’all
y’all gon’ make me body~ody all o’ y’all
like para~pop~pop~pop
n~gga, this is cali
verse 1:
i’ll be the first n~gga to say i’m from the bay
with mc eiht in murda show, i had an a and the k
now i can roll up in the roverie joyce in a rolls royce
pull up on your b~tch in a luxury car, my choice
it’s westside, not yo’ average g’s
n~ggas bite the bullet in indo with chest cavities
rules and regulations, watch us regulate cali
from the mothaf~ckin’ projects back down to the valley
you can’t come out here with no reprеsentation
or get yo’ ass caught up slippin’ at the gas station, n~gga
gеt knocked the f~ck out
and it’s both our car, i’m just takin’ it to my house
h~lla d~rose and triple o, double og’s
tryna get the california cheese
put your mothaf~ckin’ back out, strap on the side
open up your chest ’bout this f~ckin’ wide
n~ggas trip on colors and everybody know it
gang task force on the scene, c~cked and loaded
bring your hoe if you want, put the b~tch on the track
and if she fall off she ain’t never come back, this is cali
chorus
verse 2:
yes yes y’all, yes yes y’all
i put his cherry pop on the wall y’all
you ain’t never had a friend like me when the homies call
i’m still amerikkka’s nightmare dy~dyin’ 2 ball
jealous n~ggas still got me rollin’ with the strap on the side
bring my n~gga draco along fulla ridas
about the power and money, the riders and b~tches
i got the thug disease and there ain’t no cure for the sickness
and now i’m try~trying to get~a~get money like mansa musa
don’t f~ck with my gelato, my cream, n~gga, my gooda
birds fly high thirty~thousand feet to be exact
tracin’ the package making sure i got the right address
and when it land i’mma scream “touchdown” like nfl
’cause i’m fresh out the belly of the beast and been through h~ll, n~gga
street general, wit’ a few lieutenants
had 15 n~ggas at yo’ house in 20 minutes, what
it’s mob though
shoot me in the chest and i bleed weed smoke
mob style, pull like sammy the bull
send a bird to the trap, use a b~tch for the mule
this is cali
chorus
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