Spice 1 - Murder Man Dance lyrics

[Intro: Spice 1] Yeah, what's up, you P-HIV-havin'-a** n***as? This is to you, you punk motherf**a It's Spice 1, Black Bossalini, b**h My n***a Pimp C Bun B, you know I'm sayin' Came to drop game on you n***as Check this sh** out, you know what I'm sayin' Feel me, smell me, motherf**a [Verse 1: Bun B] We live and direct from the Bay Blowin' it up with no play f** what a hoe say Jump out the trap and pull a O.J Like Kyser Soze We blunted out smokin' the most hay Higher than José But still watchin' you haters closely So buenos noches Got the yesca and the mota and your mami chocha Steady livin' mi vida loca Marijuana smoker We get richer, b**h you get broker Play ya just like poker Royal flush it without the joker So take a toke of the bombay Smell it from here to Pompeii In your f**it or your Cadillac Allante Nothin' but good ganj-ay Don't get it twisted, you come up stinkin' like Strangé We get ballistic, specifically speakin' We straight leavin' you n***as leakin' Too many dickriders geekin' Why in the f** you tweakin'? You peakin' but won't prance You wanna take a chance? Everybody in this b**h can do the murder man dance, n***a [Chorus] Won't stop that sh** to get the cheese Me take your set Gs Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E We ride for fetti La lala lala [Verse 2: Pimp C] Smokin' big, ???, invest in uncut caine Do my thang for the paper, ya'll do ya sh** for the fame These hoe-a** n***as walkin' 'round like they need a daddy You a b**h, you need a pimp, I grip the grain in the Caddy I'm a hog in the game, I got some wet and some brown I got some white and some syrup, I'm tryin' to sew up my town f** n***as standin' around like the pistol ain't needed Young n***as ain't scared to die, they gettin' coked up and weeded I remember who retreated when the war was on Some n***as around 'em was neutral, but still ate food in my home My real brothas roll with me when the gun started poppin' And he never told on me when the hog started stoppin' I come from Port Arthur, Texas, where the hatin' is high Just for the record, f** you b**hes and you hoes ain't fly n***as never squared off, cause they know that I'm trill Y'all talk that sh** in y'all circle but I give a f** how ya feel About a young rap n***a with a bag full of dope So put some endo in your swisha, b**h, and take you a smoke [Chorus] Won't stop that sh** to get the cheese Me take your set Gs Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E We ride for fetti La lala lala [Verse 3: Spice 1] Motherf**as wanna keep a n***a under the water But I'm a k**er I'm a die for mine n***as is lost in the game At the same but change The B.G.s got the K, born to k** you Starin' at the world through my rearview Never fear you—n***a for what? I got clips in the cuts Big balls and guts Finna bust at a n***a wit' one hand on my nuts Leave ‘em six feet stankin' under grave and then stuck Feder-als got n***as surveilled Lookin' at a n***a with binoculars, searchin' for braids And keep a k**a on the payroll ready to hit But I still run around with a motherf**in' do-it-yourself kit n***as is dealt with, dyin' in threes Make enemies that wanna burn me on a Jesus [???] But hot slugs make a motherf**a's corpses freeze Infrared on my strap on the side for cheap n***a please, s**as can't f** with the AKs, mini fourteens, automatic uzis To G, or not to G, I be S-P-I-C-E Pimp C, Bun B let a thug in me All you b**h a** n***as be muggin' me Playa hatin' n***as wanna put a slug in me Made a ditch for you n***as, and I dug it deep [Chorus] Won't stop that sh** to get the cheese Me take your set Gs Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E We ride for fetti La lala lala Won't stop that sh** to get the cheese Me take your set Gs Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E We ride for fetti La lala lala Do the murder man dance Do the murder man dance Do the murder man dance Do the murder man dance