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
翻訳: スパイス1. サイドのストラップ.
[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
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
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,
850 flossin' I'm tossin' Doobies up out the window smokin' often coughin' Chokin' hard up off the indo smoke My mens with extra clips Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me The G with the strap up on my side
carea 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 Capping your ass for the
Heads or tails, win or lose, broke niggas are players 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
't crazy (spice 1 - overlapping chorus) Yeah, yeah, hahahha Wassup nigga? Don't look at me like y'all know who I am Amerikkka's nightmare Spice muthafuckin' 1
fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone Sp-spice 1 kickin
from the ride, posted on the side with them twin glocks Peep how I bend blocks if I gotta spend shots To any nigga tryin to sheist on a calm jack But they on
But if my name is on the bullet and I die, you got to Lay it down one day guess who gone be waiting on the other side Go on and pull your pistol from
