Spice 1] You got me, fucked up (you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up) You got me, fucked up (nigga you got me fucked up) (You got me fucked up)
shut situation Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me Because the shit that I be sayin' ain
trying, You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead." The real
where lava is spit You couldn't burn me, if you damned me to Hell, where Satan sit The only way that you can burn me is wit ya bitch, nigga You can pray
'm workin', jerkin' hot, ya nigga smirkin' Jack the ass up an' down 'til my back wheels is chirpin' You need to be with me, bitch, you too fuckin' Bombay
from the stub for offendin me Nuthin but the gangsta in me Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x) Spice 1 come down Verse two: spice 1 I am
, playa Spice 1 often shoots, kickin' knocked out niggas In the head with boots I got my mothafuckin' choppa, pop a cap, in your ass 'Cuz you can't stop
s all about once again huh. Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash. You get on that block, you make my money. You make my money good you pissless
up Got a glock and I be puttin' niggaz in comas You's a mother fuckin' fool 'Cause you dyin' for runnin' up on me You want beef bitch nigga, see me
The hot shells melt yo ass G and the Tales From the Crypt Grabs yo ass like the movie You got fucked up nigga when you fucked up The brain splat on
stand up baby, stand up baby) Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together I want you to stand on up! (stand up yo) Now I got something
it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stop Chorus [verse 3] Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound Fuck hate me baby you can hump me now All the ladies
Holla nigga you can smoke if you match me shoot big dice I do it for you 'cause you care about me Jam spice crew eat food with the hands and drink
. But my hina' hollerin' release me Prime time like shines on the high mimes Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times Another fool puttin' down the truth, You can't fuck
it hot to the beat y'all, and you don't stop CHORUS [Verse 3] Keep it on y'all, to the funky sound Fuck hate me baby you can hump me now All the ladies
you from Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up Rollin by, lookin
