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Spice 1 - City Streets lyrics
Yeah Spice muthafuckin One Coolin in Cali Kickin that gangsta shit You get with it? [ VERSE 1 ] Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften Hollow like a head without no brains inside And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-c-e Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashed Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to Oakland Still upset with the police because my window was broken But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still pumpin And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin Got the 20th and Nice as I kicked my tune Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy June Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh Had my Nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow I told him what had happened and he already knew He said, "You got a little funky with a fake-ass crew The bass went boom and your gun went bang And all you could see was flames" At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin And slapped each other's hands and said, "It's all about blastin" In the city streets City streets [ VERSE 2 ] Kickin it at the park shootin craps with some homies My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe I'm kissin on the dice and I'm pimpin em like my hoe-a |
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