E-A-Ski - East Bay Gangster (Reggae) lyrics

Artist: Spice 1 Album: Spice 1 Song: East Bay Gangster Verse 1: Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young n***as be throwin They rocks up in my face My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup, I'm pullin my gat to make A mutha f**a fold up In my Jag on my phone talkin business, Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this I'm tellin him drop it Yo let's box and we can go a round, he dropped His gat I picked it up and blew his a** down I know it's scandalous but a simple f**in dirty fact, I'd rather hear My Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat It's for protection not to k** or break a n***a's bones, back to the Story, here's the story B the story on His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homey G was on my phone buggin off my call I tried to smash but I'm lookin at some high beams into the eyes of Some mutha f**in dope fiend He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his a** off , I shot my Uzi up In the air and then I smashed off I'm rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer Steak I ain't no joke mutha f**a so don't play yourself, I flip you over fry Your a** like a patty melt And if you ever disrespect me I'mma bank ya, so say what up to the Mutha f**in east bay gangsta Meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the AK, the 187 posse Robbed the bank in a way. Legal or illegal it's the way of the bay. The Government keep the profit of c**aine in a way. Me shootin up me Shootin up if he don't give me my pay The n***as up on the block send For me every day. A thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. Just Call me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A Verse 2: Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows up in The Benz 190 I ain't no dummy knew right off he's tryin to k** me, if I don't smash Full of buckshot he will fill me Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I'll shoot Him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble 187 did I do it with an AK, another day a n***a dead up in the Alleyway Why did I do it, it's my pistol and I packed it, I think they need to Lock my a** up in a straightjacket So all you s**as listen close to this warnin, while I get into your Ass like Charmin Funky sh** that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me I'mma Blow your f**in house up And if youever disrespect me I'mma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha f**in eastbay gangsta Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(???) G-Nut Because he's down with the Fac, lynch mutha f**as when we're coolin The block. The X the L the A the R-G-E, the murder fac 187 posse. The E-A-Ski is with 187, the CMT is with 187 Verse 3: Now as I'm maxin in this mutha f**in jail cell, with nuthin but dried Up funk to smell I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why I'm coolin in These f**ed up county blues I 've murder mutha f**as singular and in a pair, and in the morning I'll be getting the electric chair But do I care, Yo I could give a f** less, the CIA, FBI got it in the Chest Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money flowin Smooth like Niagara Falls The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal, because my bullet Ate his a** like a cannibal Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace, and then I Emptied the clip off up in his f**in face His partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, n***a refused to Die, that's what I heard him shout I hit the corner with quickness because I ain't the one, to feel the f**in blast of a shotgun And when they fry my a**, I'm goin straight Hell, that's why I'm kickin You tales of a jail cell And if you ever disrespect me I'mma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha f**in eastbay gangsta Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta sh** mon, me kickin the funky Gangsta. The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta Dja mon, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house mon, Me got me DJ Xtra Large Mon, We got CMT in the mutha f**in house, Dja Mon we got (????) Check It out! Verse 4: Me pullin out me Glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky Reggae kickin the funky rasta Many people that I be meeting be calling me k**a gangsta then shoot up Your b**h and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car Me f**in with dank me f**in with dank It's S-P-I-C-E 1 me buckin em Down me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung Me kickin the funky gangsta sh** to get the b**h sprung, the 187 Faculty b**h so f** the (?????)