Текст (слова) песни: Spice-1 f Big Syke, W.C. - 510, 213

 
Hook: 
5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G? 
 
Spice 1 Intro: 
Ha ha ha. To thug or not to thug? To G or not to G? See that`s the 
question. Everytime I hit L.A. I get love you know cause I`m from the Bay. 
Dub C, Big Syke you know Spice 1. Feel me. 
 
Spice 1: 
Count the dollars on the Lexy don`t waste your time 
Let it shine let it shine let it shine 
Mizzolas and 850 flossin` I`m tossin` 
Doobies up out the window smokin` often coughin` 
Chokin` hard up off the indo smoke 
My mens with extra clips Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me 
The G with the strap up on my side 
Keepin` these haters apon they toes cause they know I`m ready to ride 
Hide but you can`t get away 
This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away 
But you still pull it on me, see I ain`t trippin` 
I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me 
Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me 
Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost 
Kill `em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss 
Mobster ballin` out the hooptie 
Who could it be? S.P.I.C.E. 
 
Hook 
 
Big Syke: 
Sound like baller I`m caught up in troubled times 
Destiny knows help me free my mind 
What can I do but stay true and be a man 
I`m just doin` what I can 
Migrate to Oakland lay low with my dog Spice 
Hang out with killers and dodge device 
Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two?) 
I wouldn`t of done it if I didn`t have to 
In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin` 
Thought I was over peerkin` searchin` for a home I feel alone 
On these cold streets, sleepin` on couches with no sheets 
God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration 
I`m facin` more time then I really got to give 
Damn I wanna live in 2-1-3 
 
Hook 
 
WC: 
It`s the Dub S.C. on G parolee 
And although deez steadily grinding for cheese 
Trunk fulla keys on my way O.T. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3 
I puts it down bendin` the corner with my all blue Chevy 
My mind on gettin` the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready 
With G`s crime related, affilated eyes faded 
Big bodies paper plated stayin` shaded for federated 
My crews full of nothin` but riders high off the Remy 
Chuck Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies (uh ha) 
Mashin` on the regular hustlin` day and night 
Went from chronic to water but now we pushin` the China white 
Much loved by many but now by many hated 
Trippin` off the the haters lookin` mad cause we made it 
But don`t get mad at me because I executed the game 
I got my hustle on loc you can do the same 
 
Hook
 

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