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Spice 1 East Bay Gangster

say what up to the mutha Fuckin eastbay gangsta Dja mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funky Gangsta. the gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta

what up to the mutha fuckin eastbay gangsta Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funky gangsta. The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta

off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye I'll meet you by the motherfuckin' dock of the East Bay (Blew) Kill 'em off

get stole on ) They send my patna to the hole again Before the conversation even began Collect from the pen [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] Hello you reached the east bay gangster

Yeah nigga Muthafuckin east bay gangster Back in your muthafuckin face Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe Muthafuckin black-on-black caddy Triple

the bushes Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers Yeah, I'm just a hustler Yeah, I'm just a hustler Yeah, I'm just a hustler Spice 1, you

a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice.. [Spice 1:] Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye, I'll meet you by the motherfuckin dock of the East Bay [blew] Kill

on the double dribble and set him up y'all She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious [Spice 1

Spice 1:} I'm committin a 187 so gimme the clip and let me - pow I'm down with the Dangerous Crew, so nigga, whatcha wanna do The alias East Bay Gangsta