Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Man Dance (feat. UGK), artist - Spice 1. Album song Life After Jive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Murder Man Dance (feat. UGK) |
Yeah, what’s up, you P-HIV-havin'-ass niggas? |
This is to you, you punk motherfucka |
It’s Spice 1, Black Bossalini, bitch |
My nigga Pimp C |
Bun B, you know I’m sayin' |
Came to drop game on you niggas |
Check this shit out, you know what I’m sayin' |
Feel me, smell me, motherfucka |
We live and direct from the Bay |
Blowin' it up with no play |
Fuck what a hoe say |
Jump out the trap and pull a O. J |
Like Kyser Soze |
We blunted out smokin' the most hay |
Higher than José |
But still watchin' you haters closely |
So buenos noches |
Got the yesca and the mota and your mami chocha |
Steady livin' mi vida loca |
Marijuana smoker |
We get richer, bitch you get broker |
Play ya just like poker |
Royal flush it without the joker |
So take a toke of the bombay |
Smell it from here to Pompeii |
In your fuckit or your Cadillac Allante |
Nothin' but good ganj-ay |
Don’t get it twisted, you come up stinkin' like Strangé |
We get ballistic, specifically speakin' |
We straight leavin' you niggas leakin' |
Too many dickriders geekin' |
Why in the fuck you tweakin'? |
You peakin' but won’t prance |
You wanna take a chance? |
Everybody in this bitch can do the murder man dance, nigga |
Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese |
Me take your set Gs |
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E |
We ride for fetti |
La lala lala |
Smokin' big, ???, invest in uncut caine |
Do my thang for the paper, ya’ll do ya shit for the fame |
These hoe-ass niggas walkin' 'round like they need a daddy |
You a bitch, you need a pimp, I grip the grain in the Caddy |
I’m a hog in the game, I got some wet and some brown |
I got some white and some syrup, I’m tryin' to sew up my town |
Fuck niggas standin' around like the pistol ain’t needed |
Young niggas ain’t scared to die, they gettin' coked up and weeded |
I remember who retreated when the war was on |
Some niggas around 'em was neutral, but still ate food in my home |
My real brothas roll with me when the gun started poppin' |
And he never told on me when the hog started stoppin' |
I come from Port Arthur, Texas, where the hatin' is high |
Just for the record, fuck you bitches and you hoes ain’t fly |
Niggas never squared off, cause they know that I’m trill |
Y’all talk that shit in y’all circle but I give a fuck how ya feel |
About a young rap nigga with a bag full of dope |
So put some endo in your swisha, bitch, and take you a smoke |
Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese |
Me take your set Gs |
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E |
We ride for fetti |
La lala lala |
Motherfuckas wanna keep a nigga under the water |
But I’m a killer I’m a die for mine |
Niggas is lost in the game |
At the same but change |
The B.G.s got the K, born to kill you |
Starin' at the world through my rearview |
Never fear you—nigga for what? |
I got clips in the cuts |
Big balls and guts |
Finna bust at a nigga wit' one hand on my nuts |
Leave ‘em six feet stankin' under grave and then stuck |
Feder-als got niggas surveilled |
Lookin' at a nigga with binoculars, searchin' for braids |
And keep a killa on the payroll ready to hit |
But I still run around with a motherfuckin' do-it-yourself kit |
Niggas is dealt with, dyin' in threes |
Make enemies that wanna burn me on a Jesus |
But hot slugs make a motherfucka’s corpses freeze |
Infrared on my strap on the side for cheap |
Nigga please, suckas can’t fuck with the |
AKs, mini fourteens, automatic uzis |
To G, or not to G, I be S-P-I-C-E |
Pimp C, Bun B let a thug in me |
All you bitch ass niggas be muggin' me |
Playa hatin' niggas wanna put a slug in me |
Made a ditch for you niggas, and I dug it deep |
Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese |
Me take your set Gs |
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E |
We ride for fetti |
La lala lala |
Won’t stop that shit to get the cheese |
Me take your set Gs |
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E |
We ride for fetti |
La lala lala |
Do the murder man dance |
Do the murder man dance |
Do the murder man dance |
Do the murder man dance |