Spice 1 - Drama Lyrics
(kokane)Ah yeah...(spice 1)Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strappedCrunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my backDead bodies, handcuffs, and house rageTwo and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brainsMe and my homies feelin bail up in the hooptieWith the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't startinSome haters rolled up fo' deeper than the chevyWavin techs up in the air like machine-gun kellyI tell all my partners to bail up out the bucketOne raised the clout and the other gettin ducked quickEnough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shotsDroppin got them shakin like they cop lockinSki skirt clout smokin down the streetWith his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seatI check myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit meShoppers singin like whitney they wanna fit meWith a full metal jacket, but they don't get meNot one bullet touch my body, not even nick meWe rushed my homie to the nearest carsa hospitalBut it's too late he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!)(chorus w/variations: kokane)Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test meGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!I don't give a ***** about youAs long as the pigs don't go step on my shoesGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!(spice 1)We shipped this spot for homicide, heat emergencyFeelin go perform my own open heart surgeryBecause my partner shouldn't died like thatWe gotta show my homie love and get them busters backSo we mobb through the ghetto lookin for revengeBut we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin coldBehold a chevy with gold deedsCould these be the headers who made my hooptie look like swiss cheeseFools musta turned the lights off and let's get closerDon't let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the dullja'sWith tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutchThe midnight drama don't stop so if you get some dirtThey'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta hereWe ain't no suckers, we doin it like john gottieWe left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies(chorus w/variations: kokane)Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test meGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!I don't give a ***** about youAs long as the pigs don't go step on my shoesGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!(spice 1)We built up out the scene with out a cluePeople call the police but that's all they can doWe hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorseWe regulatin in the ghetto with deadly forceAnd ain't nobody tellin nothin about the deceaseCause if you snitch your family count will get decreaseUp in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafiaThis ain't no business for busters, trick ass hatersTry their pager, jealous cause you livin majorHit me on my pager, sharp as a razorAnd suckers who don't feel me, get the red laserAnd sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang bouldersBut get snatched out their range rovers(chorus w/variations: kokane)Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test meGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!I don't give a ***** about youAs long as the pigs don't go step on my shoesGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test meGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!Now I don't give a ***** about youAs long as the pigs don't go step on my shoesGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test meGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!Now I don't give a ***** about youAs long as the pigs don't go step on my shoesGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a ***** about you, yeahSituations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test meGot me caught up in this drama, yeah!
