City Streets Lyrics - Singles - Spice 1

Yeah 

Spice muthafuckin' One 

Coolin' in Cali 

Kickin' that gangsta shit 

You get with it? 

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-see-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 twentieth and Nice as I kicked my tune 

Hooked a left on twent third 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 

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 

So then I roll again, I'm fuckin' with Big Ben 

Now I ain't fade jack because I'm knockin with that ten 

I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo' 

What came out the do'? Whaddaya know, I hit that four 

Fuckin' with the dank I'm hearin' Marvin Gaye's oldies 

Fadin another twenty, took a sip of my forty 

There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juice 

My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof 

I took a big-ass gulp and feelin' quite tipsy 

Knowin' I'm like this these niggas try to cheat me 

Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his place 

Then G-Nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face 

I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk 

The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin' in the dirt 

So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go 

Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo' 

Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that 

And said, "This is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back" 

I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast 

And when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass 

These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat 

Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets 

The city streets 

A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki 

Kickin it on the block, slingin' d to o-p-e 

Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this shit is funny 

By any means necessary I must make my money 

If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine 

And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind 

In this world of madness muthafuckas die 

Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie 

So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies 

And set like an example, a villain like John Gotti 

The muthafuckin' gangsta S-p-i-c-e 

They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be? 

Bitch, I said don't call me, I'm busy clockin' G's 

I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!' 

The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin' jack 

I knew I shoulda packed, I ain't goin out like that 

These niggas caught me slippin', and fuck a yellow sack 

Niggas must be trippin' 'cause they Daytons touch my back 

I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead 

And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head 

With blood all over his face is how the homie fled 

I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead 

These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat 

Cause bitch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets 

Aight, Banks 

Let's pack the shit up, mayn