Spice 1 - Mo' Mail текст песни

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(e-40)

Ah fuck it

Ah yall got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker

I buzz I put a step in

(g-nut)

Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker

(e-40)

Ay, g-nut, spice, xtra-large

(g-nut)

Let em have it

(spice-1)

Went out the house I think it was a sunday

Nigga was runnin with drop top drop havin a fun-day

Kickin it with my niggas up on the block

Talkin shit drinkin "crooked eye"

I got the fat head rush from the chocolate thai

Im feelin good I wanna kick it and hang out

But when the drive-by hit this is the main route

What the fuck is my problem nigga?

I got a glock seventeen better gobble them

So why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip

Get the motherfuckin forty take a real ass nigga hit

Im sittin on my gat thinkin shit is cool

Some niggaz roll up in an old school

I aint trippin, ay g you know this niggas face

I heard the motherfuckin bass

Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump

Smellin up the neighborhood lyin in the bushes

Somebody had mo mail than the rest of the pushers

(e-40)

Yeah, Im just a hustler

Yeah, Im just a hustler

Yeah, Im just a hustler

Spice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boy

Look here ay look here

They got schemes and scandals out there right?

When that funk is on this here

Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about

As greasy as gravy in order to maintain

So society is a motherfucker aint it?

Ay, whatta bout those niggas on your dick nigga?

Ice spit some shit about that shit nigga

(spice-1)

Get off my dick nigga get your own motherfuckers

Steady mobbin gaffle the motherfuckers cause my jobbing

Shootin up motherfuckers was my hobby

Stop the tech-eleven on two-eleven I did a robbery

Shot the mothefucker is grenades that Ill be livin

Lowin the motherfuckers like a new pair of levis and

Used to think the cops were so motherfuckin friendly

Till they tied my cousin to a chair and broke his chin g

My homies motherfuckin head like a melon

Slavery is (? ? ? ? ? ) of convicted felon

So dear mr. officer of the motherfuckin law

Rodney kind dont need a trial what was seen was what was saw

You could take the niggas up out the motherfuckin ghetto

But you cant take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin niggas

Cant you hear the voice of the niggas comin at cha?

Fuck you mr. president I think I wanna gat ya

I need mo mail than the rest of the pushers

Mo mail than the rest of the piles

(e-40)

I cant get enough, good, good

Good shit motherfucker good shit

I think Im a little jet drunk motherfuck

Ay, look here ay Im off this liquorice rainall boy

You understand that dont ya

Huh, you feel it

Ay, ay look here nigga, ay

What I want you to do boy, drop that ill shit

(spice-1)

Ill make this gat sing like motherfuckin mary j. blige

And reminisce on havin a niggas last breath when he slowly die

Stang his ass in the chest with the hollow

Capped him in his thr-thr-throat so he cant swallow

R-a-rat t-a-tat put a buck in yall

The motherfuckin six-foot chucky dog

Comin to play with the trigger of the ak

Another real ass nigga from the east bay

? w-e-l-l-t-e-p-r-o-o-f?

For the niggas who kid yourself by losin your fuckin death

Bloaw! bloaw!

Cap, we do it just like that

Quick to put a motherfucker brains in his lap

Smokin up a blunt as I reminisce

Of bloody body bags a motherfucker going nutty

Bloaw! bloaw!

Po bust a knowledge route

Brown, notify his family, fuck it, send his fingers home

Cause the shit get major, put the ? montgomery? number upon his pager

Bitch dont fuck with me

I know a gang of niggas that will shoot it up with me

I need mo mail than the rest of the pushers

(e-40)

Its the s-p-i-c-e with ya nigga e-40 (erick sermon)

Roll in to the curb and die

These motherfuckers dont understand this shit boy

This shit is so damn real man

Ay, nineteen ninety-tre-four-five

Ay, I got one of them

Mo mail than the rest of the pushers

Mo mail than the rest of the pushers

Mo mail than the rest of the pushers

Mo mail than the rest of the pushers

Mo mail than the rest of the pushers

Mo mail than the rest of the pushers

Mo mail than the rest of the pushers

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