Spice 1 - Strap on the Side Lyrics

[Intro:]
Rollin with my muthaf*ckin strap on the side of me
Don't f*ck with the East Bay G!

[repeat Intro 3 more times.]

[Ver 1:]
Poke em down with the clip and the trigga
Screamin like Eiht, yelling, "Come on Nigga!"
Nappy-head muthaf*ckas in a coupe de-ville
Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see, I hops on the flo like my nigga Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay
A key or a half..the muthaf*ckin bay
Pistol-whipped him with an A-K.
Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body
I left his ass bloody in the front of the party.
It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
Niggas be gettin gatted when they step to this G
See.....I pull my muthaf*ckin UZI!
And, spill his brain (spill his brain)
spill his brain (spill his brain)
Spill his brain in his muthaf*ckin lap.
I pulls a jack (pulls a jack)..Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his muthaf*ckin back!
I'm comin with the 187, not with that ho shit
So niggas, pack up the bombs, so we can blow shit!

[Repeat intro 2 times:]

[Ver 2:]
Comin up in a mask like Tales of the Cryptic
UZ thang swallows that ass like Lypton...Nigga!
And now, they're trying to wander and vigor
How the f*ck Charles Manson try to step to a nigga?
Put a blast on their ass with the holes of the barrel
Bullets fly in a chest like a muthaf*ckin farrow.
Cause we get like Steven King, bodies swing from my ceiling
Oak was in the chest when it's time for cap peelin.
9-4, hit the do with a fat gat
Comin like this, break em down like that.
The nigga with the bags and the fat crack sack
Po-Poes on my back, blow their ass off the map!
With the 1-8-7, mad man killa
Spill a nigga guys for the f*ck...Cause, I'll be..

[Repeat Intro 3 times:]

[Ver 3:]
It goes one for the treble, you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my bitch you little boss.
Ga-a-gat that ass with the double-deuce Darringer
From the bay area...the pall bearer
6 niggas carry ya...momma in hysteria...
Welcome to your muthaf*ckin coffin, they'll stare at ya!
Cause, you're a dead muthaf*cka..black
And you never should have f*cked with the 1-8-7 fat.
So nick-nack..patty-wack, give a G a gat
And put some bullets in that ass crack!
Yeah, break em down with the Mack
And like John Madden 93, "BOOM!!! He's on his back!"
Spice 1 is a muthaf*ckin troopa
So, say what's up to the East Bay Freddy Kruegar.
Blow the head off the muthaf*ckin cow
When my gat goes off like an air 1000.
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rollin with my muthaf*ckin strap on my side!

[Repeat Intro 8 times.]