Lyrics D-Boyz Got Love For Me (feat. E-40).lrc Spice 1
[id: pshjndev]
[ar: Spice 1]
[al: Amerikkka’s Nightmare]
[ti: D-Boyz Got Love For Me (feat. E-40)]
[length: 05:04]
[00:02.57](feat. E-40)
[00:03.32](Intro: Spice 1)
[00:03.81]What’s wrong nigga? What’s wrong huh?
[00:04.51]You scared nigga? You scared?
[00:05.24]What, you can’t talk with a motherfuckin’ gun in your mouth nigga?
[00:09.86]I’m gonna give you a three count
[00:14.72]I’ma blow your motherfuckin’ brains out
[00:17.12]One, what you think about, what you thinkin’?
[00:21.43]I’m proud, two (kinda slick motherfucker)
[00:23.71](*Gun blast*)
[00:24.67]Nineteen motherfuckin’ nine-fo’ comin’ at cha
[00:29.52]Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice motherfuckin’ 1
[00:33.33](Spice 1)
[00:34.13]I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompson
[00:35.38]fo’-fever, leave a – motherfuckin’ crime ‘fore he take his last breather
[00:38.65]So come along take a trip to the dirt track
[00:41.29]Where the young niggas be takin’ your car and be peelin’ your cap back
[00:45.64]That’s why it’s A to the motherfuckin’ yay
[00:47.59]keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay
[00:50.37]mainly off gat, I’m goin’ brain dead inside
[00:52.98]Talkin’ to my homies ‘Scratchy’ tellin’ me he wanna ride
[00:55.78]on the nigga that peeled his cap so now I’m on the streets
[00:58.40]With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat
[01:01.33]And it’s fo’ to the motherfuckin’ five
[01:04.07]G-a-gat that ass leave ’em dead in the ives
[01:06.56]Red Rum on the late night, catch my case right at the crack hut
[01:08.36]Niggas better back up, while I fix my sack up
[01:13.51]Pistol whip, shit, kick that ass quick
[01:15.54]Quick to rip shit, cause I’m a Coca Cola Classic
[01:19.33]O.G. and D-Boyz got love for me, D-Boyz got love for me
[01:20.88](*Interlude*)
[01:22.01](E-40)
[01:24.85]Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
[01:26.88]Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
[01:35.63](Spice 1)
[01:36.39]I’ma chuck a dead body on your motherfuckin’ lawn
[01:48.85]like jump like Red gone, nigga I’ll be ready the funk is on
[01:50.66]So call up the Paramedics and tell ’em that you’re dyin’ nigga
[01:52.61]I roll strapped with no love upon my fuckin’ trigger
[01:57.98]I lets my hair platt, and took his mail stack
[02:00.37]Now he’s a stiff black, cause I was at that
[02:03.49]I’m dumpin’ these niggas in ditches back to back
[02:04.91]Hangin’ they ass from telephone posts
[02:06.60]to leavin’ ’em makin’ ’em bleed without no money
[02:07.92]Gun me, hoe niggas wanna do that, do that
[02:11.79]But I go out and get a new gat, new gat and let ’em have it
[02:17.56]Nigga, so D-Boyz got love for me
[02:19.52](E-40)
[02:20.23]I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me
[02:22.05]I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me
[02:30.80]Nigga got outta line I had to chop him
[02:33.11]Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)
[02:36.54]Motherfucker got outta place I had to chop him
[02:39.40]Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)
[02:42.54]Nigga got outta place, youse got to pop him
[02:44.72]Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)
[02:48.47]Rookie get outta line you better ice him
[02:49.91]Reach into your d-dun-dun-duns and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)
[02:53.53]Just call me Chef Boyardee-Boy, soda for bakin’
[02:56.22]Cupcakes and cookies, rappies I’m makin’ huh
[02:59.23]Tall cash, can’t let eat up my grass
[03:02.11]Don’t make me have to come back and split your parents house in half
[03:04.44]with my 6RP226-Diana Ross cousin Nina – Mr. Meaner, body bleeder
[03:10.18]Heartless, empty the cartridge roll
[03:12.60]Smartless, get out and die so cold
[03:15.38]Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
[03:18.58]I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic
[03:21.45]Niggas think that I be bluffin’ when I tell ’em I’m a good shot
[03:23.64]But I’m also into some other things like ice picks and piano strings
[03:26.29]So bitch, I’m tryin’ to get nickerage
[03:29.24]Open up shop, cotton candy and liquorice, uh
[03:32.11](Outro: Spice 1 & E-40)
[03:33.99]Shoot ’em up now
[03:44.15]Blaow! Spiggidy one whippin’ up on dat ass for nine-four
[03:46.72]Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
[03:48.12]Shoot ’em up now, byd-a-bye-bye
[04:01.34]Blaow! (Spiggity sp, sp, spiggity sp, sp, spit nigga hahahahaha)
[04:08.68]They call me Spiggity one, Spiggity one
[04:13.94]Me bust a cap up in your ass with big black gun, byd-a-bye-bye
[04:17.69]Chill man, me roll down the block with my nigga
[04:22.24]Byd-a-bye-bye, Spiggidy one whippin’ up on dat ass
[04:30.85]Chill man, livin’ in the city is a motherfuckin’ task
[04:34.79](What’s a 7-0-7 on er… your trunk nigga?) 5-10
[04:40.99](4-1-5’s?), yeah (That’s four-fifteens if y’all bitches didn’t know)
[04:44.95]Yeah bitch, stupid ass hoes
[04:49.14](Da-tha-tha, sing it with me, da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha, ah yeah)
[04:49.81](*Whistling*)
[04:50.73]Year of Release: 1994