Spice 1 - 360 Degrees lyrics

Weeble-lations!! (*E-40*) Weeble-lations testin, testin Testin, testin Hey, turn my mic up, this a b**h, I got my dudes up in this mutha f**a, that boy Eightball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell Me? It's E-feeze. Mutha f**az ain't understandin the signs of this, I Cuss a mutha f**a out (*Eightball*) n***as gonna be feelin, what I'm revealin Tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make a million Vibrate love an happiness in this ghetto maze Hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin in a rage k** wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo Three hours an fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco Bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby Me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez (*Rappin 4-Tay*) Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black coupe None of my weebles wake that barkley comin out the roof Choppin major game on the strength Man we goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh Met this b**h that was in Houston, said she was from Houston Said her profession was stackin major paper roll First at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that a** Went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash They whistlin, I'm glistin like Sammy Davis Born an raised in the Bay them hataz can't fade us I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay 360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool (*Eightball*) f**in off in the Bay wit some crazy n***as Gettin drunk, gettin high so they saved ya n***a From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountian In the "O" straight clownin Talkin bout whats goin down an These n***as feelin me Soakin up the love I give n***a all of us got kids, an only got one life to live But sometimes that sh** don't matta Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta Splatta All over sh**, an leave tricks motionless Drinkin blood like I, an spittin fire like kiss The only n***a sick as this Behind me Is the gangsta, S-P-I-C-E (*Spice-1*) Yeah smell me Yo five albums in the game 500 Benzo in my name Five n***as in a bucket Five zig-zags to the brain To the greedy lil paper, I'm on the MTV news I'm havin slugs fo shistey n***as, tryin ta give me the blues I ain't a mutha f**in Italian But my crew run like the Mafia Eightball, 4-Tay, Banks, an 40 Water An me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle sh** Met a couple of inncidents where some n***as tried to k** me Juss a part of the game Jelous n***as out fo fame When steady bustin at me Is to give no names But when they runnin up on this muthaf**in Don They catchin pieces of hell Hot slugs from a n***a that's fresh out on bail (*Eightball*) Long time comin baby Somewhere off in the hills Me an 40 Waters choppin it up, keep or k** On the real about this underground lifestyle Intoxicated An always heavily sedated Bank's rocks the beat I grab the mic an bust Turn into a monster Eatin weak mc's up Smokin trees up Pinnin hoes knees up Feds wouldn't ease up Had to put the keys up Findin Jesus prayin fo the weak Hopin somebody's on they knees prayin fo me In the midnight hour somewhere on them d** In a room full 'o thugs, 40 tell em how it was (*E-40*) They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992('92) I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who If I knew who, what, when, where an how If I knew back then, would I know now? The rap game ain't never gonna be decreasin The only thing the rap game Gonna keep on doin is increasin(increasin) There will be no over-night sensations Them 40, Eightball, MJG, only drip We been layin it down since trout season Now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton In a white house wit toys of traction Uppercussion, ya may wanna take a second look You can find me in the Florida designs book The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day(all day) Parked up on ??? n***a this ain't none of that Only reason I'm doin a song wit dude an 'em is cuz I want they region Recognize game, game recognize game Can't be no bigga pimp than me n***a (chorus x2) 360 degrees of game Talkin bout game Talkin bout game 360 degrees of game Wit hella bomb on the brain