Текст (слова) песни: Spice 1 - Three Strikes

 
(Chorus: Spice 1) 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that? 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that? 
 
(Spice 1) 
Twenty five with an L, three strikes and you can`t post bail 
How many niggas is you gonna catch without a strap 
and at least an ounce of yayo 
I know some niggas that wanna smoke me G 
But I ain`t just rollin` up and catchin` no slugs 
so these niggas can have their glory 
Gotta bust back fast, do the dirt ski-mask, AR-15s` split that ass 
Fuck the po-po, I`m the nigga with a gat that`s quick to blast 
I`m takin` a case, cause case is a nigga when I take my life 
Spendin` money on straps - but an A.K. is pretty nice 
Gotta watch my back, when it comes to my life it ain`t no price 
Sippin` on this yak, peepin` out some niggas shootin` dice 
Niggas roll by, niggas pull straps 
Niggas peel caps and niggas get slugs in they fuckin` back 
I`d rather be takin` a strike, me get my ass struck 
Niggas load back and put one in your fuckin` gut 
Motherfuck Ken Gillson and that three strike shit 
I`m rollin` with hollow tip hot ones and about three extra clips nigga 
 
(Chorus: Spice 1) 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes and you can`t post bail 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that? 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that? 
 
(Spice 1) 
5-0 fuckin` off my high, pullin` up under they glocks 
Talkin` `bout here`s is his block, tellin` me I can`t serve no notch 
Yola, Coca-Cola, hustlin` for my fetty 
kickin` them candy for them fiends blockin` it up and then you`re ready player 
But keep your eyes peeled, don`t swing at least of all 
they give your ass a strike, have you lookin` at cell walls 
Niggas who slangin` them birds better watch out for your third 
The judge`ll trick a nigga and throw a fuckin` curve 
That`s when your ass is through, it ain`t shit that you can do 
Leavin` your ass stuck, out in your fifty two 
Sayin` it ain`t no sunshine when you`re stuck in a five by seven 
Twenty five years with a nigga that you don`t know 
better rap with some two-eleven shit 
They got you sharp in the shanks put `em in a hole and take 
That niggas` crazy psychiatrists say his mind go blank 
But youse just trippin` up off the nigga that you left dead 
Thinkin` they wasn`t wet them motherfuckin` slugs to the head 
Damn - but see you in here now 
should have got up on them po-po`s, should have got off some rounds 
Huh, should have got up on them po-po`s, it goes 
 
(Chorus: Spice 1) 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that? 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that? 
 
(Spice 1) 
What part of the game is this? 
I wonder who thought it for the shit that they leave to crow 
Livin` it up in the city it ain`t no motherfuckin` joke 
Yo niggas smokin`, some niggas they start to hop and get to flashin` 
Creepin` on niggas and shit, make a nigga have to get to blastin` 
See Mr. Officer I`m just tryin` to survive 
Gotta keep my strap on my side or like a tick for my life 
When they come to get me, shoot up my body and leave me numb 
with a boss nine millimeter at these niggas, and let `em know where a G is comin` from 
So don`t try to put me in your concentration camp 
Cause on my third strike a nigga like me just gon` straight up vamp 
Three strike these motherfuckin` nuts, I ain`t givin` a fuck 
And you ain`t takin` me out alive so you better be quick to duck 
Fuck the system it`s made for lockin` us niggas down 
In the year 2010, take it out, now look around 
See how many niggas is up in Tracy, Pelican Bay 
chillin` in San Quentin, no rock, or chino where them killers and all the G`s lay 
 
(Chorus: Spice 1) 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that? 
One for possession, two for the cells 
Three motherfuckin` strikes, twenty five with an L 
What part of the game is this? 
What part of the game is that?
 

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