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(spice-1)
Its the motherfuckin heist so dont ring the alarm g
Its the b-o-s-s and the s-p-i-c-e
So, put this gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna rob these motherfuckers
For every nookie and cranny
My nigga g-n-u-t is up inside
Hes trapped with the ak thats how us east bay niggas ride
Player, Im gonna spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
(boss)
Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shit
So boss can load a full clip
A trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"
Motherfuckers are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they dont know me g
Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty
Me and my glock to use my glock
Cause firell bomb the ak-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a
(boss)
My nigga g-nut whattup?
(nutter, cause we aint ? pit? stop)
I know we got the caddy in the lobby
For the robbery car to kill the cop
(spice-1)
Like bonnie & clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth Ill make this uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with this jason mask
Quit tryin to fuck with a psychopath
(chorus w/variations)
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
(boss)
We runnin up out the bank
Yelling "clear" to the public
You probably never seen a bitch
Thats showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the getaway
We slid away niggas get done away
Then that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
Im givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin
And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzis
And thinkin doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple
Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore
And motherfuckers are bore, uh
(spice-1)
Yo g its getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin fever
A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
I looked up in the bag 50gs, 100 stacks
My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitch
Nigga, talkin about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive g they wont take me alive g
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me
The coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way Im fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood
Im givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
Im gonna light this chronic and start some ok like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
Thats how we doin it in 93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat g
Im about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin me
Im pullin my glock out I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin
(chorus w/ variations)
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
(*several gun shots*)
Its the motherfuckin heist so dont ring the alarm g
Its the b-o-s-s and the s-p-i-c-e
So, put this gat in your pants (right)
And we gonna rob these motherfuckers
For every nookie and cranny
My nigga g-n-u-t is up inside
Hes trapped with the ak thats how us east bay niggas ride
Player, Im gonna spray these cameras with this paint
And when I do, blow that bald ass security guard out his shoes
(boss)
Well aiyyo nigga gimme the shit
So boss can load a full clip
A trigger-happy bitch screamin "get down"
Motherfuckers are makin us rich
Creepin in the bank, we tip-toe slowly they dont know me g
Pullin lace to get rich with 187 faculty
Me and my glock to use my glock
Cause firell bomb the ak-a (uh)
The 187 posse rob the bank in their way-a
(boss)
My nigga g-nut whattup?
(nutter, cause we aint ? pit? stop)
I know we got the caddy in the lobby
For the robbery car to kill the cop
(spice-1)
Like bonnie & clyde called it the motherfuckin stick-up
Pick-up any fool smooth Ill make this uzi wanna hiccup
So kick up the cash before I blast with this jason mask
Quit tryin to fuck with a psychopath
(chorus w/variations)
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
(boss)
We runnin up out the bank
Yelling "clear" to the public
You probably never seen a bitch
Thats showin you niggas how to properly fuckin huh
We rushed it to the getaway
We slid away niggas get done away
Then that loot is getting hid away
Livin in the fast watch the shit get hot as we were bailin
Im givin a signal to my motherfuckin niggas trailin
And from behind a couple of pistols and some uzis
And thinkin doin those niggas before them motherfuckers do me in
Its kind of simple shoot them in the temple
Search through them all I got my niggas from the ore
And motherfuckers are bore, uh
(spice-1)
Yo g its getting deeper and deeper
But yo I got the flavor for the motherfuckin fever
A fever for the flavor of the motherfuckin jet
I looked up in the bag 50gs, 100 stacks
My trigga gots no heart and yo it aint no love bitch
Nigga, talkin about killin motherfuckers dumpin em in a ditch
I must survive g they wont take me alive g
Peepin out these niggas up in the van who been trailin me
The coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug
The only way Im fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood
Im givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild pitch
Im gonna light this chronic and start some ok like corral shit
Then kill this bitch, and keep the cash, get my dash on
Thats how we doin it in 93 I gets my blast on
We thought we ditched the coppers rolled up in the cat g
Im about to kill these motherfuckers that been followin me
Im pullin my glock out I hear the helicopters comin
Pigs has us surrounded, dropped the loot and started runnin
(chorus w/ variations)
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
Dont ring the alarm g
(*several gun shots*)
Исполнитель: Spice 1