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