Spice 1 D-Boyz Got Love for Me Lyrics

(feat. E-40)

(Intro: Spice 1)
What's wrong n____? What's wrong huh?
You scared n____? You scared?
What, you can't talk with a m_________in' gun in your mouth n____?
I'm gonna give you a three count
I'ma blow your m_________in' brains out
One, what you think about, what you thinkin'?
I'm proud, two (kinda slick m_________er)
(*Gun blast*)

Nineteen m_________in' nine-fo' comin' at cha
Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice m_________in' 1

(Spice 1)
I eat they a__ up like a Swason with the Thompson
fo'-fever, leave a - m_________in' crime 'fore he take his last breather
So come along take a trip to the dirt track
Where the young n____s be takin' your car and be peelin' your cap back
That's why it's A to the m_________in' yay
keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay
mainly off gat, I'm goin' brain dead inside
Talkin' to my homies 'Scratchy' tellin' me he wanna ride
on the n____ that peeled his cap so now I'm on the streets
With the dead m_________er in the passenger seat
And it's fo' to the m_________in' five
G-a-gat that a__ leave 'em dead in the ives
Red Rum on the late night, catch my case right at the crack hut
n____s better back up, while I fix my sack up
Pistol whip, s___, kick that a__ quick
Quick to rip s___, cause I'm a Coca Cola Classic
O.G. and D-Boyz got love for me, D-Boyz got love for me

(*Interlude*)

(E-40)
Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha

(Spice 1)
I'ma chuck a dead body on your m_________in' lawn
like jump like Red gone, n____ I'll be ready the funk is on
So call up the Paramedics and tell 'em that you're dyin' n____
I roll strapped with no love upon my f___in' trigger
I lets my hair platt, and took his mail stack
Now he's a stiff black, cause I was at that
I'm dumpin' these n____s in ditches back to back
Hangin' they a__ from telephone posts
to leavin' 'em makin' 'em bleed without no money
Gun me, hoe n____s wanna do that, do that
But I go out and get a new gat, new gat and let 'em have it
n____, so D-Boyz got love for me

(E-40)
I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me
I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me
n____ got outta line I had to chop him
Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)
m_________er got outta place I had to chop him
Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)
n____ got outta place, youse got to pop him
Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)
Rookie get outta line you better ice him
Reach into your d-dun-dun-duns and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)
Just call me Chef Boyardee-Boy, soda for bakin'
Cupcakes and cookies, rappies I'm makin' huh
Tall cash, can't let eat up my grass
Don't make me have to come back and split your parents house in half
with my 6RP226-Diana Ross cousin Nina - Mr. Meaner, body bleeder
Heartless, empty the cartridge roll
Smartless, get out and die so cold
Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic
I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic
n____s think that I be bluffin' when I tell 'em I'm a good shot
But I'm also into some other things like ice picks and piano strings
So b____, I'm tryin' to get nickerage
Open up shop, cotton candy and liquorice, uh

(Outro: Spice 1 & E-40)
Shoot 'em up now
Blaow! Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat a__ for nine-four
Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha
Shoot 'em up now, byd-a-bye-bye
Blaow! (Spiggity sp, sp, spiggity sp, sp, spit n____ hahahahaha)
They call me Spiggity one, Spiggity one
Me bust a cap up in your a__ with big black gun, byd-a-bye-bye
Chill man, me roll down the block with my n____
Byd-a-bye-bye, Spiggidy one whippin' up on dat a__
Chill man, livin' in the city is a m_________in' task
(What's a 7-0-7 on er... your trunk n____?) 5-10
(4-1-5's?), yeah (That's four-fifteens if y'all b____es didn't know)
Yeah b____, stupid a__ hoes
(Da-tha-tha, sing it with me, da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha, ah yeah)
(*Whistling*)