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Rollin with my muthaf**in' strap on the side of me
(peace to my mothaf**in 9)
Don't f** with the East Bay Gs
[Verse 1]
Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screamin' like Eiht, yelling "Come on n***a"
Nappy-head muthaf**as in a Coupe de Ville
Lightin' sh** up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see, I hops on the flow like my n***a Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay-ay
A key or a half, a motherf**in' thang, pistol-whipped a n***a with an AK-ay
Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body
I left his a** bloody in the front of the party
It's a yig-a-young n***a rollin' up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
n***as be gettin' gatted when they step to this G
See, I pull my muthaf**in' UZI
And, spill his brain (spill his brain)
Spill his brain (spill his brain)
Spill his brain in his muthaf**in' lap
I pulls a jack (pulls a jack) Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his muthaf**in' back
I'm comin' with the 187, not with that ho sh**
So n***as, spark up the bomb, so we can blow sh**
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[Verse 2]
Comin' up in a mask like Tales from the Crypt
UZ thang swallows that a** like Lipton, n***a
And now, they're trying to wander and figure
How the f** Charles Manson turned himself to a n***a
Put a blast on their a** with the holes of the barrel
Bullets fly in a chest like a muthaf**in' sparrow
Cause we get like Steven King, bodies swing from my ceiling
Oak was in the chest when it's time for cap peelin'
9-4, hit the do with a fat gat
Comin' like this, break em down like that
The n***a with the bags and the fat crack sack
Po-Poes on my back, blow their a** off the map
With the 187, mad man k**a
Spill a n***a guts for the f**, cause, I'll be...
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[Verse 3]
It goes one for the treble, you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my b**h you Nina Ross
Ga-a-gat that a** with the double-deuce Derringer
From the bay area, the pall-burier
Six n***as carry ya, momma in hysteria
Walk up to your muthaf**in' coffin, and I stare at ya
Cause, you're a dead muthaf**a black
And you never should have f**ed with the 187 Fac
So nick-nack paddywhack, give a G a gat
And put some bullets in that a** crack
Yeah, break em down with the mac
And like John Madden '93, "Boom, he's on his back"
Spice 1 is a muthaf**in' troopa
So, say what's up to the East Bay Freddy Krueger
Blow the head off the muthaf**in' cow
When my gat goes off like an M1000
Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Rollin with my muthaf**in' strap on my side
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