| Ratta to the motherfuckin tat is how I stomp this
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| Much love for niggas that’s sleepin up in the darkness
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| Cause I’m a crooked nigga 2 like Pac
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| I do a 1−8-7 with this motherfuckin Glock
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| Shot you in the body
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| Had to break the gat off in his ass at the party, nigga
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| Crazy as fuck, I thought you knew me
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| Quick to put the bullets up in the motherfuckin Uzi, bitch
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| A OG nigga, so I gotta G-O and creep slow
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| And get this nigga while he’s steppin out his car door
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| Bust, bang, I let my nuts hang, chewed out my Mustang
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| And let this motherfuckin gat sang
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| A bloody Glock and a pocket full of rock
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| Got my shit on cock cause my slang don’t stop
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| In the darkness I ain’t the nigga who’s slippin
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| I get the clip in, slam dunk it in the gat like Scottie Pippen
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| And watch these niggas scream like bitches
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| I break em off somethin proper
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| And dump they ass in ditches
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| 1−8-7, dump the niggas up in ditches
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| Fat nina for the player hatin bitches
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| 1−87, dump the niggas up in ditches
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| I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches
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| 1−87, dump the niggas up in ditches
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| Fat nina for the player hatin bitches
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| 1−87, dump the niggas up in ditches
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| I got a fat nina for the player hatin bitches
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| Engrave my name on the motherfuckin hollow tip
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| A autograph from the nigga, killer, lunatic
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| 13 for the birdy, fuckin him in the game
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| When I get my hands dirty, nigga
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| You wanna squab with the nina
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| Comin up, wanna gat you with this trigger happy finger, bitch
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| Still whoopin a nigga ass with some St. Ide’s
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| Jealous niggas be wantin to gat me because they can’t rise
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| I sell my shit wherever I want to sell my shit
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| I dig a ditch and let him meet nina, my little bitch
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| Cause a nigga ain’t soft
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| I fuck around and break every nigga in your hood off
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| Somethin proper cause I can’t be caught slippin
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| 7 in the mornin cookin keys in my kitchen
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| Here comes the pig bangin on my door
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| Screamin some shit about that 5.0
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| They must of seen me kill that man and run off in a hurry
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| Left the cola and the gats and the money cause a nigga done
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| 187 erupt, another motherfuckin walk by in your hood
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| I broke a gat in his ass because it’s all good
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| And now the boys in blue wanna come after
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| The motherfuckin East Bay gangster murder master!
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| I’mma make that bacon fry, if he keep followin me around
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| Fuckin off my indo high
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| Pigs don’t notice shit, 1−87 is the nigga you’re fuckin with
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| When I was young I used to get my gun
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| Fuck with the G.T.A and bust at they ass for fun
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| Put the piggy in a blanket and when the G.T.A stall
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| I’m fucked till I crank it
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| Then I’m 187,000 G with a warrant on my head, layin' d-e-a-d
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| My chrome gat shined like a sword
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| One motherfucker sent off to the morgue
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| Yeah nigga, straight motherfuckin G’s in nine-tre
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| My nigga G-Nut, Omar, DJ motherfuckin Extra Large
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| 187 Fac dumpin motherfuckers in ditches in nine-tre
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| You know what I’m sayin?
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| E-A-SKI, CM motherfuckin' T, you know what I’m sayin?
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| Niggas straight doin it, gangsta shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dumpin' Em in Ditches , by - Spice 1. Song from the album 187 He Wrote, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп