City Streets

Yeah

Spice muthafuckin one

Coolin in cali

Kickin that gangsta shit

You get with it?

[ verse 1 ]

Hopped in my blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his car, then

Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften

Hollow like a head without no brains inside

And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes

Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the hpd

That's when i knew that they were after s-p-i-c-e

Turned up my music and dashed, goin 90, i mashed

Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast

He was all on my ass, i had to think real fast

Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash

Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul

Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole

With my vogues still smokin hit 580 to oakland

Still upset with the police because my window was broken

But my beat was still bumpin and my amp was still pumpin

And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin

Got the 20th and nice as i kicked my tune

Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy june

Jumped straight out like an arrow, had more gold than the pharaoh

Had my nikey sweat suit on and it was read like a sparrow

I told him what had happened and he already knew

He said, "you got a little funky with a fake-ass crew

The bass went boom and your gun went bang

And all you could see was flames"

At that very moment coke and ray started laughin

And slapped each other's hands and said, "it's all about blastin"

In the city streets

City streets

[ verse 2 ]

Kickin it at the park shootin craps with some homies

My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me

So since my point is 4, i left a little joe

I'm kissin on the dice and i'm pimpin em like my hoe

So then i roll again, i'm fuckin with big ben

Now i ain't fade jack because i'm knockin with that ten

I picked up the dice, shook em up and rolled once mo'

What came out the do'? whaddaya know, i hit that 4

Fuckin with the dank i'm hearin marvin gaye's oldies

Fadin another 20, took a sip of my 40

There go my homie g-nut with the gin and the juice

My nigga's always fuckin with that 187 proof

I took a big-ass gulp and feelin quite tipsy

Knowin i'm like this these niggas try to cheat me

Huh, they can't get with me, i put em in his place

Then g-nut threw the gin and busted a nigga in his face

I thought it was quite funny, and i began to smirk

The fat-ass niggas face was grounded lyin in the dirt

So i picked up my mail, and i'm about to go

Cause i'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'

Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that

And said, "this is a jack, gimme all my fuckin money back"

I act like i was scared, gave his money back fast

And when he tried to leave, i busted a cap up in his ass

These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat

Cause muthafuckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets

The city streets

[ verse 3 ]

A few weeks back i robbed a nigga for a ki

Kickin it on the block, slingin d to o-p-e

Yo, runnin from the five-o, you think this shit is funny

By any means necessary i must make my money

If niggas try to fade me, i pull out my nine

And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind

In this world of madness muthafuckas die

Niggas sling and bang, and bitches always lie

So i choose to be murderous and chop up niggas' bodies

And set like an example, a villain like john gotti

The muthafuckin gangsta s-p-i-c-e

They ring my mobile phone, now who the fuck could that be?

Bitch, i said don't call me, i'm busy clockin g's

I thought it was the fuzz, but some niggas told me 'freeze!'

The barrel was my back, it's a muthafuckin jack

I knew i shoulda packed, i ain't goin out like that

These niggas caught me slippin, and fuck a yellow sack

Niggas must be trippin cause they daytons touch my back

I hopped out of my shit and told him go ahead

And when he tried to leave i busted a cap up in his head

With blood all over his face is how the homie fled

I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead

These niggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat

Cause bitch, i'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets

Aight, banks

Let's pack the shit up, mayn