[ ant banks ]
( *burp* )
Aw sh**
One of them fake-a** answer machines again
1-800-fake-a**-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, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
Da n***as up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthaf**as, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis n***a from the fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't f** with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, xtra large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the faculty is back up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a
Geah man
[ ant banks ]
Ha-ha
Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta sh**, partner, right?
But i heard you ain't the n***a you claim to be, right?
You one of them studio gangsta muthaf**as
So what's up with that, n***a?
[ verse 2: spice 1 ]
Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta
S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta
Mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang
Shootin out da window of mi drop-top mustang
Aim for da chest while ant banks hold di clip
Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi k**a
Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
Look down da street and you see me, n***a, slingin crack
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 187 line and order your rock-a
Geah man
[ caller ]
Ah yeah
This - ah
Liquor store willie - ah
I wanna -
I want some for 10 dollars
Can you do somethin for me for 10?
[ spice 1 ]
Mi n***a ant banks, come down with di funky breakdown
( *inhaling, coughing* )
Damn man
This ganja gets you f**ed up, man
Geah
Mi need lick up another 20 sack
Geah man
[ verse 3: spice 1 ]
Mi kickin da rasta sh**, but mi not shabba ranks-a
Mi spice 1, di muthaf**in gangsta
Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi k** ya
If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia
Mi n***a g-nut put together endonesia
Mi call it gaja, give me some fire-a
Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush
Even though endonesia make me nervous
Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block
Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock
Let dem n***as know not to be rushin mi knot
So call 1-800 line and order your rock
Geah man
[ caller ]
Uh yeah
Uh this - eh
s**-your-dick sally from the liquor store down the block
Uh - i ain't got no money, but i'll s** your dick for a 10 piece
[ verse 4: spice 1 ]
Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
Cause in mi neighborhood young n***as do di crime
It's a ghetto thang to the east bay gangsta
The city streets make a n***a want to shank ya
Break yourself, now you f**ed in the game
The k**in dance is a goddamn shame
Money or murder, it's 187 proof-a
So ant banks, bust da gin and da juice-a
Mi signed with jive, now mi jive-a** n***a
Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
Mi watch da b**hes cause da b**hes a-gold digger
So d the poet, won't you pa** mi the liquor
The dopeman set up shop on mi block
So call 1-800 and order your rocks
Geah man
[ ant banks ]
Ah no, spice
I don't want no rocks and sh**, man
I'm callin cause i heard you was a fake-a** studio gangster
Ain't never had a gun
Ain't never been to jail
Ain't never shot a muthaf**a
And i'm just tired of this fake-a** sh** you kickin all over this tape
I'm tired of it, man, i'm tired of it
I ain't buyin it
f** that sh**
You fake, partner
f** that
f** that
I'm out, man