Spice 1 - on That Ass текст песни

(prodeje)

Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off

Peace to my motherfuckin nine

(spice-1)

Yeah I remember that old shit

(prodeje)

So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what?

(spice-1)

Yeah, Im gonna kick some of that shit

But ah, partner I dont even fuck with the nine no more half

(prodeje)

Man dont you know the nina is the shit?

(spice-1)

Motherfucker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a murderer

P-e-a-c-e to my motherfuckin nine servin ya

Cause I dont give a fuck who you are

Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga

Im makin the murda shit to kick you in your ass a bit

380 puckin up on that ass come and test me bitch

You dont know who the fuck youre steppin to my nigga row

Ill bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do

My chrome is shining like new money and its kinda funny

I keep one bullet up in the chamber (? ? ? ? ) sunny

Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip

Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip

Im sick, as fuck Ill do a drive-by in a black hearse

And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst

187 on an undercover p-i-g

They better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad

Im thin as see Im suicidal I dont give a fuck

So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck

I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his ass

Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast

The bullet fucked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death

187,000 g motherfucker rest

The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit

(chorus: spice-1)

380 on that ass bitch

B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)

Niggas look crazy

B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)

N-niggas look crazy

(spice-1)

Me hit the block with my 3-ad

Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady

They owe me money and they better pay me

My shit will fuck up ya posse with the s-c-c

380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back

So listen closely to the echo of the clap

Hit the motherfuckin blocks and my niggas

My motherfuckin niggas with they fingers on the triggers

So now I gotta smob and p-p-p-pop, pop

And buck with that 380 until a motherfucker drop

Its in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip

I used to kill a motherfucker for his blunted grip

I let my cousin use the shit to jack the dana-danes

A g-t-a with jackin nigga left the bloodstain

On the seat of the car he thought I was a star

Said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw

(chorus: spice-1)

380 on that ass bitch

B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)

Niggas look crazy

B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)

N-niggas look crazy

B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)

Niggas look crazy

B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)

N-niggas look crazy

(prodeje)

So why you quit fuckin with the nine?

(spice-1)

I got love for nina g but she wont fit in my motherfuckin top

(havikk)

Dont you know that nigga prod and hav fuck with the nine and the 380?

(havoc)

I blow a niggas ass to hell thats why I bust so deep

I pack a fuckin 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin sleep

Ill split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool

380 leavin motherfuckers in a blood pool

So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide

I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride

So nigga smilin eat the shells from the a-t-v

Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty

(havikk)

Im ready to kill a nigga, quick Im ready to kill a nigga

187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga

Then kill a daisy motherfuckers with the pistol grippin

They ass is trippin because the nina gave that ass a whippin

The back-street way yard six feet digger

Loced out with the nine makin that ass shiver

The murders watch quickly smoked up

Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over

(prodeje)

Ill grab your heart and squeeze the motherfucker till it bursts

And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse

I pack a nine but yo Im down to pack a 3-8-0

And pump some motherfuckin slugs up in yo anus hole

So punk ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped

And leave your brains pole sating in your fuckin lap

(havikk)

The cartel is for the killers the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers

The giddily fuckin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga quicker

380s on that asshole nigga

(chorus: spice-1)

B-blast at 380

Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)

B-blast at 380

N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)

B-blast at 380

N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)

B-blast at 380

N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)