Spiceberg Slim [intro] Lyrics - Spice 1

(Chorus: Spice 1) 

All black man, twenty-three inch rim 

Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim 

Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? 

Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim 

(Spice 1) 

Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti (Gotti) 

Dime pieces like platinum all over my body 

P-a-pop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim 

Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim 

Zodiac sign, playboy bunny 

Money hungry, full of power and cream 

Real niggas ridin' fo' me and wit' me 

They wan' get me, I dump till it's empty 

Don't tempt me, I'm flash like Martin went off the Remy 

Like the "Sixth Sense" I talk to dead O.G.'s 

Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease 

Ain't no cure for this (cure for this) 

And if it is I don't want it (want it) 

I'm poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin' blunted 

Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee 

Rub your titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E 

I'll be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb 

Who the tip of the spiceberg? Spiceberg Slim 

(Chorus: Spice 1) 

All black man, twenty-three inch rim 

Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim 

Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? 

Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim 

(Spice 1) 

You ain't a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum 

You the monkey in this motherfuckin' game and I'm King Kong 

You think it's fuckin', I'm the shit, I'ma gangsta and youse a bitch 

I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick 

I'ma killer, youse a couch with generic I'm high powered 

You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower 

I'ma thug you get mugged, I'ma pound you one blood 

I'm fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug 

I'm paddin' you, hardwood, I'm hummer you hondi 

I'ma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die 

On the fuel you take it, I was real you faked it 

I keep my heat in the drama while you be ass-hole naked 

I'm a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill 

You stack half a G while I stack half a mill 

I'm the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda) 

It's Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you're throwed over 

(Chorus: Spice 1) 

All black man, twenty-three inch rim 

Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim 

Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? 

Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim 

(Spice 1) 

Nigga you ain't gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight 

While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light 

Motherfucker I'm like a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin 

You one shot in a glass and I'm a whole fifth of hen 

I'm a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond 

You emcee such and such, I'm Bossalini the Don nigga 

Recognize Spice 1 when you see 'em 

You don't own a strap, I break down and grease 'em 

I'm round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table 

And twice as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*) 

I'll put one in your dome while you're missin' multiple shots 

I'm presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch 

Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga 

Well I'm a motherfuckin' pull-a-glock fast nigga 

Smash niggas I'm gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy 

Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly 

(Chorus: Spice 1) 

All black man, twenty-three inch rim 

Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim 

Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? 

Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim 

All black man, twenty-three inch rim 

Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim 

Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? 

Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim