Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sucka Ass N****, artist - Spice 1. Album song 1990 - Sick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.06.1995
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Sucka Ass N**** |
| Four years ago I was stuck on the grind |
| Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes |
| Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known |
| Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone |
| Took a test to be a muthafuckin' G |
| And all the niggas came amazed at me |
| Since the age of 16 I been slangin' the crack |
| The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks |
| I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone |
| But now I’m killin' niggas on the microphone |
| Sp-Spice 1 kickin' shit to mass |
| A hennessy lemon squeeze and bubble bath |
| You see that’s the life that I lead |
| I put a slug in a nigga try to fuck with me |
| So step back move back niggas try to jack |
| But ain’t no muthafuckin' love I put you on your back |
| Start some shit at the party first nigga to glance |
| I pull out my Glock and make him piss in his pants |
| No shorts on a dove I’m tryna come above |
| They call me Spice 1 and ain’t no muthafuckin' love |
| I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to TWO THREE |
| Put a slug in your ass for you to say G |
| The S to the P the I the C-E |
| You sucka ass niggas can’t fuck with me |
| (Spice 1): |
| I rolls a gold Cherokee nothin like a Seville |
| And when you look up inside you see a nigga that’s real |
| So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands to your side |
| You might catch a slug if I’m on a Hoo-ride |
| I said I first come I first served basis |
| Niggas catchin' slugs in a lot of strange places |
| One of a kind for my people’s delight |
| And to you sucka ass niggas you just ain’t right |
| Because you’re snitchin' on your homies be seat up in the pen |
| And niggas wanna stick you if they see your ass again |
| You’re hangin' on the Ave you’re chillin' with the crew |
| But niggas walk away and all the bullets hittin' you |
| (Spice 1): |
| I said ONE to the TWO, TWO to THREE |
| My DJ Xtra-large and G-N-U-T |
| We roll up in the place pointin' straps at your face |
| Tinted windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace |
| Let off rounds you fall down to the ground |
| You sucka ass nigga another dead clown |
| You’re a 5 dollar boy and I’m a million dollar player |
| You’s a sucka ass nigga I had to spray ya |
| You say you pack a Nine and a Nine is fine |
| But I’m blowin' out the back of your head from behind |
| I’m comin' from the sickest city around |
| Spittin' some gangsta shit the Dirty Bay is the town |
| So G-nut and if you’re bigger or pack the tight figure |
| Shoot these haters with the strap that you got from that dead nigga |
| G-N-U-T in the place to be |
| Pimp straight up out a player’s university |
| Every since kindergarden I acquired the knowledge |
| Didn’t have no mail so I said: 'fuck college!' |
| I’m brown-skinned comin' straight out the stack |
| And the game that I spit’ll put your bitch on the back |
| I’m dressed to kill I love to style |
| I’m the MC you know ho check my file |
| The big-lip nigga for your regard |
| 500 dollar spread for the credit card |
| I hit your town then I go back home |
| Break a bitch for her mail bought a cadillac chrome |
| Deep in the cut for all you bitches delight |
| And if a nigga playa-hate he gon have to fight |
| Because when I grind I hits the strip |
| Every time I sell out I buy a brand-new zip |
| It don’t take a lot to entertain' |
| And like my nigga Method Man I’mma bring the pain |
| You can’t rock the shop if you high off hop |
| You gotta let a nigga know you’ll never stop |
| And your game gotta make a lot of sense |
| You gotta know when to start when the pimpin' begins |