Текст (слова) песни: Spice 1 - 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) 
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
 

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1-800 (Str8 from the Pen)
1-800-Spice
1-900-Spice
187 He Wrote
187 Proof
187 Proof (2 Thougin`)
187 Pure
2 Hands and a Razor
Azz Hole Naked
Spiceberg Slim
Three Strikes