| All black man, twenty-three inch rim
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| Who’s that gangsta? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| Who’s that trippin'? |
| Hustla pimpin'?
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| Gangsta limpin'? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti (Gotti)
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| Dime pieces like platinum all over my body
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| P-a-pop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim
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| Who’s that gangsta? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| Zodiac sign, playboy bunny
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| Money hungry, full of power and cream
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| Real niggas ridin' fo' me and wit' me
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| They wan' get me, I dump till it’s empty
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| Don’t tempt me, I’m flash like Martin went off the Remy
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| Like the «Sixth Sense» I talk to dead O.G.'s
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| Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease
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| Ain’t no cure for this (cure for this)
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| And if it is I don’t want it (want it)
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| I’m poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin' blunted
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| Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee
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| Rub your titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E
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| I’ll be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb
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| Who the tip of the spiceberg? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| All black man, twenty-three inch rim
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| Who’s that gangsta? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| Who’s that trippin'? |
| Hustla pimpin'?
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| Gangsta limpin'? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| You ain’t a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum
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| You the monkey in this motherfuckin' game and I’m King Kong
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| You think it’s fuckin', I’m the shit, I’mma gangsta and youse a bitch
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| I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick
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| I’mma killer, youse a couch with generic I’m high powered
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| You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower
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| I’mma thug you get mugged, I’mma pound you one blood
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| I’m fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug
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| I’m paddin' you, hardwood, I’m hummer you hondi
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| I’mma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die
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| On the fuel you take it, I was real you faked it
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| I keep my heat in the drama while you be ass-hole naked
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| I’m a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill
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| You stack half a G while I stack half a mill
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| I’m the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda)
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| It’s Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you’re throwed over
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| All black man, twenty-three inch rim
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| Who’s that gangsta? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| Who’s that trippin'? |
| Hustla pimpin'?
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| Gangsta limpin'? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| Nigga you ain’t gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight
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| While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light
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| Motherfucker I’m like a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin
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| You one shot in a glass and I’m a whole fifth of hen
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| I’m a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond
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| You emcee such and such, I’m Bossalini the Don nigga
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| Recognize Spice 1 when you see 'em
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| You don’t own a strap, I break down and grease 'em
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| I’m round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table
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| And twice as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*)
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| I’ll put one in your dome while you’re missin' multiple shots
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| I’m presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch
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| Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga
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| Well I’m a motherfuckin' pull-a-Glock fast nigga
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| Smash niggas I’m gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy
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| Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly
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| All black man, twenty-three inch rim
|
| Who’s that gangsta? |
| Spiceberg Slim
|
| Who’s that trippin'? |
| Hustla pimpin'?
|
| Gangsta limpin'? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| All black man, twenty-three inch rim
|
| Who’s that gangsta? |
| Spiceberg Slim
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| Who’s that trippin'? |
| Hustla pimpin'?
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| Gangsta limpin'? |
| Spiceberg Slim |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spiceberg Slim, artist - Spice 1. Album song Life After Jive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп