Lyrics City Streets.lrc Spice 1
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[ti: City Streets]
[length: 04:51]
[00:02.27]Yeah
[00:03.05]Spice muthafuckin’ One
[00:05.36]Coolin’ in Cali
[00:06.90]Kickin’ that gangsta shit
[00:09.07]You get with it?
[00:12.43]Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then
[00:15.70]Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
[00:18.97]Hollow like a head without no brains inside
[00:21.65]And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes
[00:24.82]Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
[00:27.80]That’s when I knew that they were after S-p-i-c-e
[00:30.95]Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, I mashed
[00:34.21]Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
[00:37.38]He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast
[00:40.31]Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
[00:43.56]Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
[00:46.58]Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
[00:49.79]With my vogues still smokin’ hit 580 to Oakland
[00:53.07]Still upset with the police because my window was broken
[00:56.10]But my beat was still bumpin’ and my amp was still pumpin’
[00:59.23]And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin’
[01:02.31]Got the 20th and Nice as I kicked my tune
[01:05.31]Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy June
[01:08.48]Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh
[01:11.50]Had my Nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow
[01:14.85]I told him what had happened and he already knew
[01:17.85]He said, “you got a little funky with a fake-ass crew
[01:20.95]The bass went boom and your gun went bang
[01:25.15]And all you could see was flames”
[01:27.58]At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin’
[01:30.62]And slapped each other’s hands and said, “it’s all about blastin'”
[01:33.92]In the city streets
[01:39.63]City streets
[01:45.98]Kickin’ it at the park shootin’ craps with some homies
[01:48.73]My first roll was a 7, so niggas can’t get on me
[01:51.70]So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
[01:54.62]I’m kissin’ on the dice and I’m pimpin’ ’em like my hoe
[01:58.03]So then I roll again, I’m fuckin with Big Ben
[02:01.28]Now I ain’t fade jack because I’m knockin with that ten
[02:04.27]I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo’
[02:07.45]What came out the do’? Whaddaya know, I hit that 4
[02:10.39]Fuckin’ with the dank I’m hearin’ Marvin Gaye’s oldies
[02:13.63]Fadin’ another 20, took a sip of my 40
[02:16.68]There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juice
[02:19.76]My nigga’s always fuckin’ with that 187 proof
[02:23.05]I took a big-ass gulp and feelin’ quite tipsy
[02:26.03]Knowin’ I’m like this these niggas try to cheat me
[02:29.25]Huh, they can’t get with me, I put ’em in his place
[02:32.34]Then G-Nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face
[02:35.40]I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk
[02:38.46]The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin’ in the dirt
[02:41.77]So I picked up my mail, and I’m about to go
[02:44.81]’Cause I’m about that mo’ money, mo’ money, mo’
[02:47.88]Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
[02:51.15]And said, “this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin’ money back”
[02:54.31]I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast
[02:57.13]And when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
[03:00.31]These niggas out the kitchen if you can’t take the heat
[03:03.47]’Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
[03:12.99]The city streets
[03:19.39]A few weeks back I robbed a nigga for a ki
[03:22.29]Kickin’ it on the block, slingin’ d to o-p-e
[03:25.52]Yo, runnin’ from the five-o, you think this shit is funny
[03:28.53]By any means necessary I must make my money
[03:31.78]If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
[03:34.85]And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
[03:37.84]In this world of madness muthafuckas die
[03:41.10]Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie
[03:44.29]So I choose to be murderous and chop up niggas’ bodies
[03:47.22]And set like an example, a villain like John Gotti
[03:50.48]The muthafuckin’ gangsta S-p-i-c-e
[03:53.45]They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?
[03:56.52]Bitch, I said don’t call me, I’m busy clockin’ g’s
[03:59.71]I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me “freeze!”
[04:02.92]The barrel was my back, it’s a muthafuckin’ jack
[04:05.89]I knew I shoulda packed, I ain’t goin’ out like that
[04:09.17]These niggas caught me slippin’, and fuck a yellow sack
[04:12.15]Niggas must be trippin’ ’cause they Daytons touch my back
[04:15.24]I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead
[04:18.22]And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
[04:21.45]With blood all over his face is how the homie fled
[04:24.40]I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
[04:27.79]These niggas out the kitchen if you can’t take the heat
[04:30.76]’Cause bitch, I’m a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
[04:40.38]The city streets
[04:46.24]Aight, Banks
[04:46.79]Let’s pack the shit up, mayn
[04:48.12]Year of Release: 1988