[Intro:] Rollin with my muthafuckin strap on the side of me Don't fuck with the East Bay G! [repeat Intro 3 more times.] [Ver 1:] Poke em down with
Rolling with my motherfucking strap on the side of me Don't fuck with the east bay g ..repeat three more times Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Traduzione: Spice 1. Strap On The Side.
not to G? See that's the question. Everytime I hit L.A. I get love you know cause I'm from the Bay. Dub C, Big Syke you know Spice 1. Feel me. [Spice 1:] Count the dollars on
lurks in the mind of mad men I have to call Spice 1 to put in work [Spice 1] Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house Spice motherfuckin 1
1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 [Outro: Spice 1] Capping your ass for the 94, what
' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac [Spice 1] Spiggity One whippin' up on that
rough, it ain't me) [Spice 1] When you come to my city your vest best be tight on I thought you niggas knew the West was Spice 1 Please believe it, we heated with fullies Pull these triggers with baguettes on
tails win or lose broke niggas are players [x2] Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E. Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me Potna don't get it
(feat. Rosa Knight) [Intro: Spice 1] Yeah, hah, hahaha And you don't stop [Spice 1] It's heatin' up like NBA Jams I'll put the meal up in your coffin
Spice 1] Four years ago I was stuck on the grind Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known Coolin' on
got up on them po-po's, should have got off some rounds Huh, should have got up on them po-po's, it goes [Chorus: Spice 1] One for possession, two for
I'm tryin to get my cash on So why do you roll with a strap on ya side Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on It goes 1 for the
Verse 1 [Spice 1] bailin out the cut wit 2 dime pieces, keep killas like pitbulls on leashes, aint no muthafuckin suckas, nigga my soilders elite, its
t no motherfuckin cat I ain't got nine lives, so bring it on motherfucker I'm tellin him to bring it on in my cell Get my yokes on all night long Bustin
slowly, 1 times on me they don't know me 'G', Pullin licks to get rich wit 1-8-7 faculty, (Spice1)(raggae) Now we got to use the tech cause 5-0 bond the AK, The 1
send you of my '64 Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride in The one them suckers try to run up on the side in We strapped quick as soon as he
We arrived at the Court about a quarter-to-8 She said she wanna go and eat some lobster and steak I said "Hold on baby, before we continue you know that's the little fuckin side