Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drama , by - Spice 1. Song from the album 1990 - Sick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.1995
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Drama |
| Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped |
| Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back |
| Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house rage |
| Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brains |
| Me and my homies feelin bail up in the hooptie |
| with the fifth degree in Martin, the car ain’t startin |
| Some haters rolled up fo’deeper than the Chevy |
| Wavin Techs up in the air like Machine-Gun Kelly |
| I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket |
| One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked quick |
| enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots |
| droppin got them shakin like they cop lockin |
| Ski skirt clout smokin down the street |
| with his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat |
| I check myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me Shoppers singin like Whitney they wanna fit me With a Full Metal Jacket, but they don't get me Not one bullet touch my body, not even nick me We |
| rushed my homie to the nearest Carsa hospital |
| But it’s too late he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!) |
| (Chorus w/variations: Kokane) |
| Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| I don’t give a fuck about you |
| As long as the pigs don’t go step on my shoes |
| Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| (Spice 1) |
| We shipped this spot for homicide, heat emergency |
| Feelin go perform my own open heart surgery |
| Because my partner shouldn’t died like that |
| We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back |
| So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for revenge |
| But we can’t find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold |
| Behold a Chevy with gold deeds |
| could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like Swiss cheese |
| Fools musta turned the lights off and let’s get closer |
| Don’t let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the Dullja’s |
| With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo’suckers in a dutch |
| The midnight drama don’t stop so if you get some dirt |
| they’ll dig you in the clear, cause player, you’ll be outta here |
| We ain’t no suckers, we doin it like John Gottie |
| We left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies |
| (Chorus w/variations: Kokane) |
| Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| I don’t give a fuck about you |
| As long as the pigs don’t go step on my shoes |
| Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| (Spice 1) |
| We built up out the scene with out a clue |
| People call the police but that’s all they can do We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorse |
| We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly force |
| And ain’t nobody tellin nothin about the decease |
| Cause if you snitch your family count will get decrease |
| up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the Mafia |
| This ain’t no business for busters, trick ass haters |
| Try their pager, jealous cause you livin major |
| Hit me on my pager, sharp as a razor |
| And suckers who don’t feel me, get the Red Laser |
| And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders |
| but get snatched out their Range Rovers |
| (Chorus w/variations: Kokane) |
| Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| I don’t give a fuck about you |
| As long as the pigs don’t go step on my shoes |
| Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| Now I don’t give a fuck about you |
| As long as the pigs don’t go step on my shoes |
| Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| Now I don’t give a fuck about you |
| As long as the pigs don’t go step on my shoes |
| Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |
| Situations gotta stick, drama, I don’t give a fuck about you, yeah |
| Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in this drama, yeah! |