[ CHORUS sung ] Touch me, feel me, smell me Don by any means necessary You can't fuck with a legendary East Bay Gangster
[ VERSE 1 ] When it's all said and done a player's pushed power and paper We all ball, playin russian roulette with thug's nature Rush and pull capers, savage like _Amistad_ I know you seein what these demons is doin but I ain't scared Got me grindin, havin hustler's dreams, killin for cream It seems when you're close to your goal that's when they scheme Ever since Pac and Biggie died the game done watered down With generic-ass niggas who ain't gon' even stick around For 2 minutes, fuck 5 minutes of fame, I'm 10 years With longevity, nigga, deep as fuck in this game How could you speak upon a legendary East Bay Gangster Spice 1, don by any means necessary Spice 1, don by any means necessary, nigga Dn by any means necessary Is you feelin me? Like titties and ass Is you feelin me? Like clockin some cash
[ CHORUS 2X ]
[ VERSE 2 ] We ain't bullshittin, dump a nigga up in a ditch and Get to cookin chickens in the kitchen, it's non-fiction Realism, with multiplied bodies like catechism You fuckin with the fetti just equals to murderism Hurt em, hit em, aim to split em down the middle, did him, got him Kicked the nigga dead in his ass before I shot him Rapper's complex, you niggas think I think I'm the shit But I was goin dub for dub just like you in '86 I pop my collar cause me to you is like a pit to a chihuahua Nigga, Taco Bell is that-a-way, bitch nigga, put your gat away The big dog, fuck Scooby Doo, scrappin for scratch Pass the dubee, fool, what's crackin, nigga, don't baby-sit that You can't fuck with the legendary East Bay Gangster, Spice 1, don by any means necessary Spice 1, don by any means necessary Nigga, by any means necessary
[ CHORUS 2X ]
[ VERSE 3 ] And all you niggas talkin that shit in them streets can suck my dick You can quote me on that, I'm a real rider, bitch Your opinion is like a asshole, I stick my Uzi in it Fuck you cockroaches talkin bunch of shit, I'm born sinnin Been in it from the beginnin, Spice 1 the O.G. Coast to coast, worldwide muthafuckas know me I'm the one who set the foundation For them niggas that sp-spit the g-gangsta shit real fast all the way across the nation That shit you talkin 'bout I was born when I played it Cause magazines be so East Coast orientated Politics in the game, they forced this shit down our throat We wanna hear niggas from where we from on the radio
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[ VERSE 1 ] When it's all said and done a player's pushed power and paper We all ball, playin russian roulette with thug's nature Rush and pull capers, savage like _Amistad_ I know you seein what these demons is doin but I ain't scared Got me grindin, havin hustler's dreams, killin for cream It seems when you're close to your goal that's when they scheme Ever since Pac and Biggie died the game done watered down With generic-ass niggas who ain't gon' even stick around For 2 minutes, fuck 5 minutes of fame, I'm 10 years With longevity, nigga, deep as fuck in this game How could you speak upon a legendary East Bay Gangster Spice 1, don by any means necessary Spice 1, don by any means necessary, nigga Dn by any means necessary Is you feelin me? Like titties and ass Is you feelin me? Like clockin some cash
[ CHORUS 2X ]
[ VERSE 2 ] We ain't bullshittin, dump a nigga up in a ditch and Get to cookin chickens in the kitchen, it's non-fiction Realism, with multiplied bodies like catechism You fuckin with the fetti just equals to murderism Hurt em, hit em, aim to split em down the middle, did him, got him Kicked the nigga dead in his ass before I shot him Rapper's complex, you niggas think I think I'm the shit But I was goin dub for dub just like you in '86 I pop my collar cause me to you is like a pit to a chihuahua Nigga, Taco Bell is that-a-way, bitch nigga, put your gat away The big dog, fuck Scooby Doo, scrappin for scratch Pass the dubee, fool, what's crackin, nigga, don't baby-sit that You can't fuck with the legendary East Bay Gangster, Spice 1, don by any means necessary Spice 1, don by any means necessary Nigga, by any means necessary
[ CHORUS 2X ]
[ VERSE 3 ] And all you niggas talkin that shit in them streets can suck my dick You can quote me on that, I'm a real rider, bitch Your opinion is like a asshole, I stick my Uzi in it Fuck you cockroaches talkin bunch of shit, I'm born sinnin Been in it from the beginnin, Spice 1 the O.G. Coast to coast, worldwide muthafuckas know me I'm the one who set the foundation For them niggas that sp-spit the g-gangsta shit real fast all the way across the nation That shit you talkin 'bout I was born when I played it Cause magazines be so East Coast orientated Politics in the game, they forced this shit down our throat We wanna hear niggas from where we from on the radio
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