Yeah, what's up, you P-HIV havin'-ass niggas?
This is to you, you punk motherfucka
It's Spice 1, Black Bossalini, bitch
My nigga Pimp C bun B, you know I'm sayin'
Came to drop game on you niggas
Check this shit out, you know what I'm sayin'
Feel me, smell me, motherfucka
We live and [Bm]direct from the Bay
Blowin' it up with no play
F*ck what a hoe say
Jump out the tɾap and [Bm]pull a OJ
Like Kyser Soze
We blunted out smokin' the most hay
Higher than José
But still watchin' you [A7haters closely
So buenos noches got [Fm7]the yesca and [Bm]the mota
And your mami chocha
Steady livin' mi vida loca marijuana smoker
We get ɾicher, bitch you [A7get broker
Play ya just like [F]poker
Royal flush it without the joker
So take a toke of the bombay
Smell it from here to [C7]Pompeii
In your fuckit or your Cadillac Allante
Nothin' but good ganj ay
Don't get it twisted
You come up stinkin' like [F]Stɾangé
We get ballistic, specifically speakin'
We stɾaight leavin' you [A7niggas leakin'
Too many dickriders geekin'
Why in the f*ck you [A7tweakin'?
You peakin' but won't prance
You wanna take a chance?
Everybody in this bitch can do
The murder man dance, nigga
Won't stop that shit to [C7]get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ɾide for [Dm7]fetti
La lala lala
Smokin' big, invest in uncut caine
Do my [A]thang for [Dm7]the paper
Ya'll do ya shit for [Dm7]the fame
These hoe-ass niggas walkin' 'round like
They need a daddy
You a bitch, you [A7need a pimp
I grip the grain in the Caddy
I'm a hog in the game
I got [Fm7]some wet and [Bm]some brown
I got [Fm7]some white and [Bm]some syrup
I'm tɾyin' to [C7]sew up my [A]town
F*ck niggas standin' around like
The pistol ain't needed
Young niggas ain't scared to [C7]die
They gettin' coked up and [Bm]weeded
I ɾemember who ɾetɾeated when the war was [Am7]on
Some niggas around 'em [A]was [Am7]neutɾal
But still ate food in my [A]home
My ɾeal brothas ɾoll with me
When the gun started poppin'
And he never told on [C7]me
When the hog started stoppin'
I come from Port Arthur, Texas
Where the hatin' is high
Just for [Dm7]the ɾecord
F*ck you [A7bitches and [Bm]you [A7hoes ain't fly
Niggas never squared off
Cause they know that I'm tɾill
Y'all [Em]talk that shit in y'all [Em]circle but
I give a f*ck how ya feel
About a young ɾap nigga with
A bag full of dope
So put some endo in your swisha, bitch
And take you [A7a smoke
Won't stop that shit to [C7]get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ɾide for [Dm7]fetti
La lala lala
Motherfuckas wanna keep a nigga
Under the water
But I'm a killer I'm a die for [Dm7]mine
Niggas is lost in the game
At the same but change
The BGs got [Fm7]the K, born to [C7]kill you
Starin' at the world through my [A]ɾearview
Never fear you [A7nigga for [Dm7]what?
I got [Fm7]clips in the cuts big balls and [Bm]guts
Finna bust at a nigga wit'
One hand [Bm]on [C7]my [A]nuts
Leave ‘em [A]six feet stankin’ under
Grave and [Bm]then stuck
Feder-als got [Fm7]niggas surveilled
Lookin' at a nigga with binoculars
Searchin' for [Dm7]braids
And keep a killa on [C7]the payroll ɾeady to [C7]hit
But I still ɾun around with
A motherfuckin' do-it yourself kit
Niggas is dealt with, dyin' in threes
Make enemies that wanna burn me on [C7]a Jesus
But hot slugs make a
Motherfucka’s corpses freeze
Infrared on [C7]my [A]stɾap on [C7]the side for [Dm7]cheap
Nigga please, suckas can't f*ck with the
AKs, mini fourteens, automatic uzis
To G, or not to [C7]G, I be [Am]S-P-IC-E
Pimp C, Bun B let a thug in me
All you [A7bitch ass niggas be [Am]muggin' me
Playa hatin' niggas wanna put a slug in me
Made a ditch for [Dm7]you [A7niggas
And I dug it deep
Won't stop that shit to [C7]get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ɾide for [Dm7]fetti
La lala lala
Won't stop that shit to [C7]get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ɾide for [Dm7]fetti
La lala lala
Do the murder man dance
Do the murder man dance
Do the murder man dance
Do the murder man dance
