East bay gangster lyrics

Artist  : Spice 1 
Song : East bay gangster
 
Verse 1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place,
young niggas be throwin
they rocks up in my face
My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup,  IÆm
pullin my gat to make
a mutha fucka fold up
In my Jag on my phone talkin business, Mac 10 to
my dome Yo what is this
IÆm tellin him drop it Yo letÆs box and we can go
a round, he dropped
his gat I picked it up and blew his ass down
I know itÆs scandalous but a simple fuckin dirty
fact,  IÆd rather hear
my Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
ItÆs for protection not to kill or break a
niggaÆs bones, back to the
story, hereÆs the story B the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up
against the wall, my homey
G was on my phone buggin off my call
I tried to smash but IÆm lookin at some high
beams into the eyes of
some mutha fuckin dope fiend
He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass
off , I shot my Uzi up
in the air and then I smashed off
IÆm rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to
eat crab but I prefer
steak
I ainÆt no joke mutha fucka so donÆt play
yourself, I flip you over fry
your ass like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me IÆma bank ya, so
say what up to the 
mutha fuckin east bay gangsta

meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the
AK, the 187 posse
robbed the bank in a way. Legal or illegal itÆs
the way of the bay. The
government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. 
Me shootin up me
shootin up if he donÆt give me my pay The niggas
up on the block send
for me every day. A thousand everyday will keep
the 5-0 away.  Just
call me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Verse 2:

Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me,
tinted windows up in
the Benz 190
I ainÆt no dummy knew right off heÆs tryin to
kill me, if I donÆt smash
full of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter
trouble, IÆll shoot
him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble
187 did I do it with an AK,  another day a nigga
dead up in the
alleyway 
Why did I do it, itÆs my pistol and I packed it,
I think they need to
lock my ass up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas listen close to this warnin,
while I get into your
ass like Charmin 
Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up,
you ever shuck me IÆma
blow your fuckin house up
And if youever disrespect me IÆma bank ya, so say
what up to the mutha
 
fuckin eastbay gangsta

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da
gangsta kickin the funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da
gangsta(???) G-Nut
because heÆs down with the Fac, lynch mutha
fuckas when weÆre coolin
the block.  The X the L the A the R-G-E, the
murder fac 187 posse.  The
E-A-Ski is with 187, the CMT is with 187

Verse 3:

Now as IÆm maxin in this mutha fuckin jail cell,
with nuthin but dried
up funk to smell
I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and
why IÆm coolin in
these fucked up county blues
I æve murder mutha fuckas singular and in a pair,
and in the morning
IÆll be getting the electric chair
But do I care, Yo I could give a fuck less, the
CIA, FBI got it in the
chest
Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls,
I had the money flowin
smooth like Niagara Falls
The glory got so IÆm considered a murderous
criminal, because my bullet
ate his ass like a cannibal
Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his
grace, and then I
emptied the clip off up in his fuckin face
His partner callin for backup as I was breakin
out, nigga refused to
die, thatÆs what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness because I ainÆt
the one, to feel the
fuckin blast of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass, IÆm goin straight Hell,
thatÆs why IÆm kickin
you tales of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me IÆma bank ya, so
say what up to the mutha
fuckin eastbay gangsta

Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit
mon, me kickin the funky
gangsta.  The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,
Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da
gangsta
Dja mon, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house mon, Me
got me DJ Xtra Large
mon, We got CMT in the mutha fuckin house, Dja
Mon we got (????)  Check
it out!

Verse 4:

Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto
job me kickin the funky
reggae kickin the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa
gangsta then shoot up
your bitch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the
car
Me fuckin with dank me fuckin with dank ItÆs
S-P-I-C-E 1 me buckin em
down me buckin em down  shootin lead in his lung 
Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch
sprung, the 187
Faculty bitch so fuck the 
(?????)