Letra de Strap on the Side de Spice 1
Letras de Spice 1
Letra de Strap on the Side
Rolling with my motherf*cking strap on the side of me
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
..Repeat three more times
Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screaming like Eiht yelling come on niggaz
Nappy head muthaf*ckas in a coupe Deville
Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see I hops on the flo like my nigga Dominoe
And get a big fat sack of yay-ay
A key or a half a muthaf*ckin thang
Pistol whip a nigga with an AK-ay
Peep this lodi dodi I shot up his body
Left his ass bloody in the front of the party
Yi-a-yi-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this Geezy
I pulls my motherf*cking Uzi
And spill his brain *spill his brain*
Spill his brain *spill his brain*
I Spill his brain in his muthaf*ckin lap
I pulls a jack *pulls a jack*
Pulls a jack *pulls a jack*
And shoot the heart out his muthaf*ckin back
I come with 187 not with that ho shit
So nigga spark up the bomb so we can blow shit
...Repeat intro 2 times
Comin up on they ass like Tales of the Crypt then
Uz-stang swallow that ass like Lipton *nigga*
And now they try to wonder and figure
How the f*ck Charles Manson turned his self to a nigga
Ba-a-blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel
Bullets fly in they chest like a muthaf*ckin sparrow
Cause we get like Steven King bodies swing from my ceiling
Opens up the chest when it's time for the cap peeling
9-4 hit the do' with a fat gat
Comin like this break em down like that
The nigga with the plats and the fat crack sack
Po pos on my back blow they ass off the map
With the 187 mad man killa
Spill a nigga guts for the f*ck *cause I be*
...Repeat intro 4 times
It goes one for the trouble but you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my bitch Nina Ross
Ga-a-gat that ass with the double deuce derringer
From the bay area the pall bearer
6 niggas carry ya momma in hysteria
Walk up to your mutherf*ckin coffin and I stare at cha
Cause you're a dead muthaf*cka black
And you never should have f*cked with the 187 FAC
So nick nack patty whack give a G a gat
And put some bullets in that ass crack
Yeah break em down with the Mac
And like John Madden 93 BOOM he's on his back
Spice 1 is a muthaf*ckin trooper
So say what up to the East Bay Freddy Kruger
Blow the head off a muthaf*ckin cow
When my gat goes off like a M-1000
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rollin with my muthaf*ckin strap on the side *peace to my muthaf*ckin nine
... Repeat intro 8 times
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G
..Repeat three more times
Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screaming like Eiht yelling come on niggaz
Nappy head muthaf*ckas in a coupe Deville
Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see I hops on the flo like my nigga Dominoe
And get a big fat sack of yay-ay
A key or a half a muthaf*ckin thang
Pistol whip a nigga with an AK-ay
Peep this lodi dodi I shot up his body
Left his ass bloody in the front of the party
Yi-a-yi-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this Geezy
I pulls my motherf*cking Uzi
And spill his brain *spill his brain*
Spill his brain *spill his brain*
I Spill his brain in his muthaf*ckin lap
I pulls a jack *pulls a jack*
Pulls a jack *pulls a jack*
And shoot the heart out his muthaf*ckin back
I come with 187 not with that ho shit
So nigga spark up the bomb so we can blow shit
...Repeat intro 2 times
Comin up on they ass like Tales of the Crypt then
Uz-stang swallow that ass like Lipton *nigga*
And now they try to wonder and figure
How the f*ck Charles Manson turned his self to a nigga
Ba-a-blast on they ass with the holes in the barrel
Bullets fly in they chest like a muthaf*ckin sparrow
Cause we get like Steven King bodies swing from my ceiling
Opens up the chest when it's time for the cap peeling
9-4 hit the do' with a fat gat
Comin like this break em down like that
The nigga with the plats and the fat crack sack
Po pos on my back blow they ass off the map
With the 187 mad man killa
Spill a nigga guts for the f*ck *cause I be*
...Repeat intro 4 times
It goes one for the trouble but you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my bitch Nina Ross
Ga-a-gat that ass with the double deuce derringer
From the bay area the pall bearer
6 niggas carry ya momma in hysteria
Walk up to your mutherf*ckin coffin and I stare at cha
Cause you're a dead muthaf*cka black
And you never should have f*cked with the 187 FAC
So nick nack patty whack give a G a gat
And put some bullets in that ass crack
Yeah break em down with the Mac
And like John Madden 93 BOOM he's on his back
Spice 1 is a muthaf*ckin trooper
So say what up to the East Bay Freddy Kruger
Blow the head off a muthaf*ckin cow
When my gat goes off like a M-1000
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rollin with my muthaf*ckin strap on the side *peace to my muthaf*ckin nine
... Repeat intro 8 times
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