Текст (слова) песни: Spice 1 - 1-800-Spice

 
[ Ant Banks ] 
( *burp* ) 
Aw shit 
One of them fake-ass answer machines again 
1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine 
( *dial tone* ) 
 
[ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ] 
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a 
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a 
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a 
Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a 
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a 
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a 
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a 
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter 
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the Fac-a 
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a 
Ya can`t fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped 
Ya want your ganja, Xtra Large`ll you a fat 20 sack-a 
The 187, the Faculty is back up in the house-a 
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a 
 
Geah man 
 
[ Ant Banks ] 
Ha-ha 
Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right? 
But I heard you ain`t the nigga you claim to be, right? 
You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas 
So what`s up with that, nigga? 
 
[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ] 
Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta 
S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta 
Mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang 
Shootin out da window of mi drop-top Mustang 
Aim for da chest while Ant Banks hold di clip 
Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa 
Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack 
Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack 
The dopeman set up shop on mi block 
So call 187 line and order your rock-a 
 
Geah man 
 
[ caller ] 
Ah yeah 
This - ah 
Liquor Store Willie - ah 
I wanna - 
I want some for 10 dollars 
Can you do somethin for me for 10? 
 
[ Spice 1 ] 
Mi nigga Ant Banks, come down with di funky breakdown 
( *inhaling, coughing* ) 
Damn man 
This ganja gets you fucked up, man 
Geah 
Mi need lick up another 20 sack 
Geah man 
 
[ VERSE 3: Spice 1 ] 
Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not Shabba Ranks-a 
Mi Spice 1, di muthafuckin gangsta 
Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya 
If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia 
Mi nigga G-Nut put together Endonesia 
Mi call it Gaja, give me some fire-a 
Can`t lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a 
Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush 
Even though Endonesia make me nervous 
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block 
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock 
Let dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knot 
So call 1-800 line and order your rock 
Geah man 
 
[ caller ] 
Uh yeah 
Uh this - eh 
Suck-Your-Dick Sally from the liquor store down the block 
Uh - I ain`t got no money, but I`ll suck your dick for a 10 piece 
 
[ VERSE 4: Spice 1 ] 
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine 
Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime 
It`s a ghetto thang to the East Bay Gangsta 
The city streets make a nigga want to shank ya 
Break yourself, now you fucked in the game 
The killin dance is a goddamn shame 
Money or murder, it`s 187 proof-a 
So Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juice-a 
Mi signed with Jive, now mi Jive-ass nigga 
Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger 
Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches a-gold digger 
So D the Poet, won`t you pass mi the liquor 
The dopeman set up shop on mi block 
So call 1-800 and order your rocks 
 
Geah man 
 
[ Ant Banks ] 
Ah no, Spice 
I don`t want no rocks and shit, man 
I`m callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster 
Ain`t never had a gun 
Ain`t never been to jail 
Ain`t never shot a muthafucka 
And I`m just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tape 
I`m tired of it, man, I`m tired of it 
I ain`t buyin it 
Fuck that shit 
You fake, partner 
Fuck that 
Fuck that 
I`m out, man
 

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