lirik lagu spice 1 - strapped
intro: spice 1, aloe jo’el & ?:
blaow!
coolin’ on the corner with the cellular phone (coolin’)
you can tell that the eastside was his home (yeah, hey)
most (?) than the rest of the pushers (ooh)
and he got a tommy sue in the bushes, ooh
chorus: aloe jo’el & ?:
rollin’ with my mothaf~ckin’ strap on the side o’ me
rollin’ with my mothaf~cka strap on the side of me
’cause i don’t trust these bustas (no)
and i don’t trust these b~tches (no, no)
so i’ll be rollin’ with my mothaf~ckin’ strap on the side o’ me
i’ll be…
’cause i don’t trust thеse bustas (no)
won’t stand these b~tchеs
verse 1: ?:
plug ’em off quick, i don’t trust these hoes
keep a chopper close by like i’m e~40
must slip or ride or die young, rip bo
i really get caught wit’ it then we out of the show (yeah)
save the feats with your money for your facebook post
then caught you slippin’ on the (?) and god rest your soul
never heard o’ low pro, boy, you suck too hard
the police will jack boys, bo (?) your car
knots in my pocket, boy, at least two grand
diamonds on my chain, pistol close at hand
boy, you think you superman instead of lovin’ them hoes
and side b set you off, man and lock the do’ (superman, superman)
and reelin’ mo’ banana clips for that marky sh~t
with yo’ heart for what we got went from corners with bricks
my scrilla, my life, i need both these sh~ts
never leave home without it, boy, i keep my b~tch
chorus
verse 2: spice 1:
blaow!
coolin’ on the corner with the strap on the side
i’m 187 proof (yeah) in my neighborhood and i’m high
n~gga like the death star, puffin’ on og skywalker
jedi, fake (?) like robe on my range, dead~eye (og skywalker)
i’m kickin’ tales from the hood about n~ggas with no heart
welcome to the ghetto, 187 is an art (tales from the hood)
i don’t trust these n~ggas for as i can throw a g sellin’
that’s why it’s nothin’, for sendin’ they b~tch~ass to ghetto heaven, blaow!
lodi dodi, woke up in bugatti
and i’m just happy that a n~gga has some heat on his body
g~g~g~got myself an uzi and my brother a nine
gotta st~stay on al~alert ’cause haters watchin’ me shine
it’s the bossilini, i stay heated and stay paid (paid)
’cause when you around, b~tch n~ggas speak on your grave
f~ck ’em, ro~rollin’ with the strap on the side
i even filed down a 5 and peel off my ni~nine, blaow!
chorus
verse 3: bushwick bill:
what? that’s what i was talkin’ ’bout, man! that’s right, never do that, (?), you know i’m talkin’ ’bout? you know what you gotta do, this is (?)
hate is the root of all evil, don’t let it get beneath you
so when a brother stop bein’ frog and see right through you (rollin’ with my mothaf~ckin’ strap)
you know me, man, business as usual
and when it comes to love, son, make sure it’s neutral
cats’ll shoot you, over some bs or ps
sh~t, like a letter make sure you sincere it
i roll with 25 to lifers for my n~ggas not here
throw some bravers for your speakers ’cause for you i share it
my n~gga never get ahead of himself
he tryna find ways to better himself
he wasn’t lovin’ the wealth (ooh)
cause in effect, rhyme and reason
this goes out to all my dirty side def for 12 months in 4 seasons, stay strapped
chorus
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