Spice 1 - 1-800-Spice Lyrics
[ Ant Banks ]( *burp* )Aw shitOne of them fake-ass answer machines again1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine( *dial tone* )[ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ]Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-aMi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-aDa niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-aJah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-aMi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-aMi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-aGafflin mutha*****as, sellin em rocks on da streets-aYa want your money back, ya got to meet millimeterMi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the Fac-aMi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-aYa can't ***** with mi posse cause mi posse be strappedYa want your ganja, Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-aThe 187, the Faculty is back up in the house-aSo roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-aGeah man[ Ant Banks ]Ha-haYeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right?But I heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right?You one of them studio gangsta mutha*****asSo what's up with that, nigga?[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangstaS-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a prankstaMi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi Glocks hangShootin out da window of mi drop-top MustangAim for da chest while Ant Banks hold di clipMi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killaRoll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mackLook down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crackThe dopeman set up shop on mi blockSo call 187 line and order your rock-aGeah man[ caller ]Ah yeahThis - ahLiquor Store Willie - ahI wanna -I want some for 10 dollarsCan you do somethin for me for 10?[ Spice 1 ]Mi nigga Ant Banks, come down with di funky breakdown( *inhaling, coughing* )Damn manThis ganja gets you *****ed up, manGeahMi need lick up another 20 sackGeah man[ VERSE 3: Spice 1 ]Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not Shabba Ranks-aMi Spice 1, di mutha*****in gangstaMi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill yaIf you comin at me talkin about sinsemiliaMi nigga G-Nut put together EndonesiaMi call it Gaja, give me some fire-aCan't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-aBefore mi lead bust got to get mi headrushEven though Endonesia make me nervousMi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di blockPlay mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi GlockLet dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knotSo call 1-800 line and order your rockGeah man[ caller ]Uh yeahUh this - ehSuck-Your-Dick Sally from the liquor store down the blockUh - I ain't got no money, but I'll suck your dick for a 10 piece[ VERSE 4: Spice 1 ]Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nineCause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crimeIt's a ghetto thang to the East Bay GangstaThe city streets make a nigga want to shank yaBreak yourself, now you *****ed in the gameThe killin dance is a goddamn shameMoney or murder, it's 187 proof-aSo Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juice-aMi signed with Jive, now mi Jive-ass niggaBreak down di doja, roll it up a little biggerMi watch da *****es cause da *****es a-gold diggerSo D the Poet, won't you pass mi the liquorThe dopeman set up shop on mi blockSo call 1-800 and order your rocksGeah man[ Ant Banks ]Ah no, SpiceI don't want no rocks and shit, manI'm callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangsterAin't never had a gunAin't never been to jailAin't never shot a mutha*****aAnd I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tapeI'm tired of it, man, I'm tired of itI ain't buyin it***** that shitYou fake, partner***** that***** thatI'm out, man
