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Spice 1

Genres: Hip-Hop

Mo' Mail Lyrics - Spice 1

Ah fuck it 

Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker 

I buzz I put a step in 

 

Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker 

 

Ay, g-nut, spice, xtra-large 

 

Let 'em have it 

 

Went out the house I think it was a Sunday 

Nigga was runnin' with drop top drop havin' a fun-day 

Kickin' it with my niggas up on the block 

Talkin' shit drinkin' "crooked eye" 

I got the fat head rush from the chocolate thai 

I'm feelin' good I want to kick it and hang out 

But when the drive-by hit this is the main route 

What the fuck is my problem nigga? 

I got a glock seventeen better gobble them 

So why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip 

Get the motherfuckin' forty take a real ass nigga hit 

I'm sittin' on my gat thinkin' shit is cool 

Some niggas roll up in an old school 

I ain't trippin', ay 'g' you know this nigga's face 

I heard the motherfuckin' bass 

Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump 

Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump 

Smellin' up the neighborhood lyin' in the bushes 

Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

 

Yeah, I'm just a hustler 

Yeah, I'm just a hustler 

Yeah, I'm just a hustler 

Spice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boy 

Look here ay look here 

They got schemes and scandals out there right? 

When that funk is on this here 

Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about 

As greasy as gravy in order to maintain 

So society is a motherfucker ain't it? 

Ay, whatta bout those niggas on your dick nigga? 

Ice spit some shit about that shit nigga 

 

Get off my dick nigga get your own motherfuckers 

Steady mobbin' gaffle the motherfuckers 'cause my jobbing 

Shootin' up motherfuckers was my hobby 

Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven I did a robbery 

Shot the mothefucker is grenades that I'll be livin' 

Lowin' the motherfuckers like a new pair of Levi's and 

Used to think the cops were so motherfuckin' friendly 

Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin ?g' 

My homies motherfuckin' head like a melon 

Slavery is ? of convicted felon 

So dear mr. officer of the motherfuckin' law 

Rodney kind don't need a trial what was seen was what was saw 

You could take the niggas up out the motherfuckin' ghetto 

But you can't take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas 

Can't you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha? 

Fuck you mr. president I think I want to gat ya 

I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

Mo' mail than the rest of the piles 

 

I can't get enough, good, good 

Good shit motherfucker good shit 

I think I'm a little jet drunk motherfuck 

Ay, look here ay I'm off this liquor-ice rainall boy 

You understand that don't ya 

Huh, you feel it 

Ay, ay look here nigga, ay 

What I want you to do boy, drop that ill shit 

 

I'll make this gat sing like motherfuckin' Mary J. Blige 

And reminisce on havin' a nigga's last breath when he slowly die 

Stang his ass in the chest with the hollow 

Capped him in his thr-thr-throat so he can't swallow 

Are-a-rat t-a-tat put a buck in why'all 

The motherfuckin' six-foot chucky dog 

Comin' to play with the trigger of the AK 

Another real ass nigga from the east bay 

?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f? 

For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death 

Bloaw! bloaw! 

Cap, we do it just like that 

Quick to put a motherfucker brains in his lap 

Smokin' up a blunt as I reminisce 

Of bloody body bags a motherfucker going nutty 

Bloaw! bloaw! 

Po' bust a knowledge route 

Brown, notify his family, fuck it, send his fingers home 

Cause the shit get major, put the Montgomery number upon his pager 

Bitch don't fuck with me 

I know a gang of niggas that will shoot it up with me 

I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

 

It's the s-p-I-see-e with ya nigga e-40 (erick sermon) 

Roll in to the curb and die 

These motherfuckers don't understand this shit boy 

This shit is so damn real man 

Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five 

Ay, I got one of them 

 

Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

Mo' mail than the rest of the pushers 

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