(feat. The 187 Fac) [Chorus: Spice 1] Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat
publicity, isn't he a hoe to the third degree I'm a G who like to scrap a lot, down with rap a lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary
a physically tear it up Another G with a glock givin' a fuck about a cop I do my talkin' with a 12-gauge buckshot Like Spice 1 I'm just a giggity-giggity
again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine ( *dial tone* ) [ verse 1: spice 1 ] Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a Mi hope ya not a cop
paid off gangbangin, I want my money motherfucka I'm a bump ya, pluck ya like a chicken and cut your head off Housin with a hundred thousand, ready to
'em know Not to play me like a hoe 'cause I sticks to the G code I unloads the clips and ease on down the road 1 and 1 Spice only I do my dirt about
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
stare at cha Cause you're a dead muthafucka black And you never should have fucked with the 187 fac So nick nack patty whack give a g a gat And put some
look at me like y'all know who I am Amerikkka's nightmare Spice muthafuckin' 1 Nigga, young, black You know I won't give a fuck (verse 1): Old school
like the wind blows What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up You can take my life and I don't give a fuck Cause I'm the trouble most coming
Isn't he a hoe to the third degree Who me I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice
the wind blows What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up You can take my life and I don't give a fuck Cause I'm the trouble most coming from
answer machines again 1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine [dial tone] [VERSE 1: Spice 1] Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a Mi hope
lurks in the mind of mad men I have to call Spice 1 to put in work [Spice 1] Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house Spice motherfuckin 1
your ass like salad dressin' So prepare to catch a hot slug, from a O.G. thug Leavin' your bloody body in the mud [Chorus: Spice 1] Busta's can't see
cha Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice motherfuckin' 1 [Spice 1] I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompson fo'-fever, leave a - motherfuckin
