Lyrics Street General - Spice 1

Street General

Up n sunny california were the palm trees me and my gees ride
candy paint up on the wippin we be trippin and you know we high
hittin corners in a benzo blowin indo out the window (blaw)
see a hater on the corner run up on ya he’s a gonna like (blaw)
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
he’s been hit by he’s been hit by a street general
Rollin up in scapper leavin the doors wide open
Mr. Bossalini the rida know i got to be smokin
I put the foot to the pedal burning rubber right thru the ghetto
far from a rock star but playin with heavy metal
watch a nigga cop cars and play with hella deniro
hit corners on cop cars but puase cause I’m a rebel
got to ride my wip gas break dip hit a few corners
on black on black six count my chips smokin a sticky
the window is tented so nobody eles see
it don’t stop living in a hustlers dream
candy escalade same color as green
I got a thang that bang if you want the bling
I keep the haters peaking thru my pinky ring
I live my life as a ryda hittin corner right after corner
were it’s hot as a Sauna ra rydin in California
Up n sunny california were the palm trees me and my gees ride
candy paint up on the wippin we be trippin and you know we high
hittin corners in a benzo blowin indo out the window (blaw)
see a hater on the corner run up on ya he’s a gonna like (blaw)
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
he’s been hit by he’s been hit by a street general
He was hit by a street general call up the paramedics
or better yet the coroner cause this nigga been beheaded
he aint ok he was stiffer than rigamortis cause in cali we unnotice
bitch niggas be fallin shoulder when it comes to stackin guda
my nigga it’s do or die and that the only penalty nigga is suicide
blowin indo out the window soon as you spot a hater
(wait a minute) there go that mutha fucka right there
let em know we bout business and let em know you can win us
from the beginning to finish I’m a society menace
coming up out the bay Area with the loui interior
mutha fuckin nightmare and I’m mean mugging and stering the
caddy smoking blunts sippin cognac
you mutha fuckas thought a nigga wasn’t coming back
I’m a street general ma made nigga
couldn’t beat with a bat and a hand grenade nigga.
Up n sunny california were the palm trees me and my gees ride
candy paint up on the wippin we be trippin and you know we high
hittin corners in a benzo blowin indo out the window (blaw)
see a hater on the corner run up on ya he’s a gonna like (blaw)
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
he’s been hit by he’s been hit by a street general