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Spice 1 - East Bay Gangster (Reggae) Lyrics

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  • Welcome to the ghetto and this is the place young niggas be throwin
  • they rocks up in my face
  • My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup Im pullin my gat to make
  • a mutha *****a fold up
  • In my Jag on my phone talkin business Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this
  • Im tellin him drop it Yo lets box and we can go a round he dropped
  • his gat I picked it up and blew his ass down
  • I know its scandalous but a simple *****in dirty fact, Id rather hear
  • my Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
  • Its for protection not to kill or break a niggas bones, back to the
  • story, heres the story B the story on
  • His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
  • G was on my phone buggin off my call
  • I tried to smash but Im lookin at some high beams into the eyes of
  • some mutha *****in dope fiend
  • He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off , I shot my Uzi up
  • in the air and then I smashed off
  • Im rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer
  • steak
  • I aint no joke mutha *****a so dont play yourself, I flip you over fry
  • your ass like a patty melt
  • And if you ever disrespect me Ima bank ya, so say what up to the
  • mutha *****in east bay gangsta
  • meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the AK, the 187 posse
  • robbed the bank in a way. Legal or illegal its the way of the bay. The
  • government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. Me shootin up me
  • shootin up if he dont give me my pay The niggas up on the block send
  • for me every day. A thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. Just
  • call me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A
  • Verse 2:
  • Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows up in
  • the Benz 190
  • I aint no dummy knew right off hes tryin to kill me, if I dont smash
  • full of buckshot he will fill me
  • Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, Ill shoot
  • him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble
  • 187 did I do it with an AK, another day a nigga dead up in the
  • alleyway
  • Why did I do it, its my pistol and I packed it, I think they need to
  • lock my ass up in a straightjacket
  • So all you suckas listen close to this warnin, while I get into your
  • ass like Charmin
  • Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me Ima
  • blow your *****in house up
  • And if youever disrespect me Ima bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
  • *****in eastbay gangsta
  • Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky
  • Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(???) G-Nut
  • because hes down with the Fac, lynch mutha *****as when were coolin
  • the block. The X the L the A the R-G-E, the murder fac 187 posse. The
  • E-A-Ski is with 187, the CMT is with 187
  • Verse 3:
  • Now as Im maxin in this mutha *****in jail cell, with nuthin but dried
  • up funk to smell
  • I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why Im coolin in
  • these *****ed up county blues
  • I ve murder mutha *****as singular and in a pair, and in the morning
  • Ill be getting the electric chair
  • But do I care, Yo I could give a ***** less, the CIA, FBI got it in the
  • chest
  • Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money flowin
  • smooth like Niagara Falls
  • The glory got so Im considered a murderous criminal, because my bullet
  • ate his ass like a cannibal
  • Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace, and then I
  • emptied the clip off up in his *****in face
  • His partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, nigga refused to
  • die, thats what I heard him shout
  • I hit the corner with quickness because I aint the one, to feel the
  • *****in blast of a shotgun
  • And when they fry my ass, Im goin straight Hell, thats why Im kickin
  • you tales of a jail cell
  • And if you ever disrespect me Ima bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
  • *****in eastbay gangsta
  • Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funky
  • gangsta. The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,
  • Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta
  • Dja mon, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house mon, Me got me DJ Xtra Large
  • mon, We got CMT in the mutha *****in house, Dja Mon we got (????) Check
  • it out!
  • Verse 4:
  • Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky
  • reggae kickin the funky rasta
  • Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
  • your ***** and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
  • Me *****in with dank me *****in with dank Its S-P-I-C-E 1 me buckin em
  • down me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung
  • Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the ***** sprung, the 187
  • Faculty ***** so ***** the
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