AmeriKKKa`s Nightmare

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>(Intro: Spice 1)<br>What`s wrong nigga? What`s wrong huh?<br>You scared nigga? You scared?<br>What, you can`t talk with a motherfuckin` gun in your mouth nigga?<br>I`m gonna give you a three count<br>I`ma blow your motherfuckin` brains out<br>One, what you think about, what you thinkin`?<br>I`m proud, two (kinda slick motherfucker)<br>(*Gun blast*)<br><br>Nineteen motherfuckin` nine-fo` comin` at cha<br>Gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gangsta Spice motherfuckin` 1<br><br>(Spice 1)<br>I eat they ass up like a Swason with the Thompson<br>fo`-fever, leave a - motherfuckin` crime `fore he take his last breather<br>So come along take a trip to the dirt track<br>Where the young niggas be takin` your car and be peelin` your cap back<br>That`s why it`s A to the motherfuckin` yay<br>keeps a fat gat for the funk in the East Bay<br>mainly off gat, I`m goin` brain dead inside<br>Talkin` to my homies `Scratchy` tellin` me he wanna ride<br>on the nigga that peeled his cap so now I`m on the streets<br>With the dead motherfucker in the passenger seat<br>And it`s fo` to the motherfuckin` five<br>G-a-gat that ass leave `em dead in the ives<br>Red Rum on the late night, catch my case right at the crack hut<br>Niggas better back up, while I fix my sack up<br>Pistol whip, shit, kick that ass quick<br>Quick to rip shit, cause I`m a Coca Cola Classic<br>O.G. and D-Boyz got love for me, D-Boyz got love for me<br><br>(*Interlude*)<br><br>(E-40)<br>Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha<br>Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha<br><br>(Spice 1)<br>I`ma chuck a dead body on your motherfuckin` lawn<br>like jump like Red gone, nigga I`ll be ready the funk is on<br>So call up the Paramedics and tell `em that you`re dyin` nigga<br>I roll strapped with no love upon my fuckin` trigger<br>I lets my hair platt, and took his mail stack<br>Now he`s a stiff black, cause I was at that<br>I`m dumpin` these niggas in ditches back to back<br>Hangin` they ass from telephone posts<br>to leavin` `em makin` `em bleed without no money<br>Gun me, hoe niggas wanna do that, do that<br>But I go out and get a new gat, new gat and let `em have it<br>Nigga, so D-Boyz got love for me<br><br>(E-40)<br>I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me<br>I got love for D-Boyz, cause D-Boyz got love for me<br>Nigga got outta line I had to chop him<br>Reached into my draws and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)<br>Motherfucker got outta place I had to chop him<br>Reached into my fudadalooms and pulled out my strap (pull out your strap)<br>Nigga got outta place, youse got to pop him<br>Reach up in your draws and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)<br>Rookie get outta line you better ice him<br>Reach into your d-dun-dun-duns and pull out your strap (pull out your strap)<br>Just call me Chef Boyardee-Boy, soda for bakin`<br>Cupcakes and cookies, rappies I`m makin` huh<br>Tall cash, can`t let eat up my grass<br>Don`t make me have to come back and split your parents house in half<br>with my 6RP226-Diana Ross cousin Nina - Mr. Meaner, body bleeder<br>Heartless, empty the cartridge roll<br>Smartless, get out and die so cold<br>Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic<br>I lives up the bar like an Alcoholic<br>Niggas think that I be bluffin` when I tell `em I`m a good shot<br>But I`m also into some other things like ice picks and piano strings<br>So bitch, I`m tryin` to get nickerage<br>Open up shop, cotton candy and liquorice, uh<br><br>(Outro: Spice 1 & E-40)<br>Shoot `em up now<br>Blaow! Spiggidy one whippin` up on dat ass for nine-four<br>Da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha<br>Shoot `em up now, byd-a-bye-bye<br>Blaow! (Spiggity sp, sp, spiggity sp, sp, spit nigga hahahahaha)<br>They call me Spiggity one, Spiggity one<br>Me bust a cap up in your ass with big black gun, byd-a-bye-bye<br>Chill man, me roll down the block with my nigga<br>Byd-a-bye-bye, Spiggidy one whippin` up on dat ass<br>Chill man, livin` in the city is a motherfuckin` task<br>(What`s a 7-0-7 on er... your trunk nigga?) 5-10<br>(4-1-5`s?), yeah (That`s four-fifteens if y`all bitches didn`t know)<br>Yeah bitch, stupid ass hoes<br>(Da-tha-tha, sing it with me, da-tha-tha-da-tha-tha, ah yeah)<br>(*Whistling*)