Spice 1 - Clip & The Trigga lyrics

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Spice 1 - Clip & The Trigga lyrics

Yeah, the motherf**kin east bay gangster back in the house A.k.a. mr. k** yo' a** 187 fac mothaf**ker Nine-trey G-nut in the motherf**kin house Big john on that goddamn ba** I'm 22 with a motherf**kin beer belly Some say I'm a og already When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger Spice-1 the giggity gangsta n***a Oh sh** it's a glock and a clip Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock In my neighborhood n***as try to gat ya Better watch out spice-1 is gettin' faster Quick to let the dick hang Listen to this b**h sing Her name is mrs. mossberg I think I'm goin' nuts man Better back up off me g, I think I'm blackin' out And every time I do n***as get bucked in their mouth I keep one in the chamber so I can get you first b**h My nine is at your dome I think I wanna burst this Switchin' personalities to another n***a Spice-1 is the clip ray(? ) gangsta is the trigger Soon to meet ya jah steppin' to me posse The 187 is heartless like the??? Mini me say now me the gangsta n***a with the ak Tryin to sell ya dayton off the gta Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothaf**ker slingin' yay Come again now Me me got to get me hustle every day Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothaf**ker slingin' yayo Bluh! Chorus: The clip and the trigga the clip and the trigga Them n***as can't deal with the clip and the trigga The clip and the trigga the clip and the trigga Them n***as can't deal with the mothaf**kin clip (repeat chorus) Shoot the heart out the back of a n***a that wanna squab with me 187 mothaf**ka steady mobbin' g Kickin' the gangsta Rollin' down the block smokin' indo Cluckers owe me money what the f**k should I grin for? 187 proof 187 pure 187 up on that a** if you touch the door Of my f-fly blue drop 'stang Rollin' with the top down chitty-chitty gang bang Coke slinger, make the gat sing a Song for the n***as who wanna f**k me in the game up Who the f**k is on a gaffle? Leave your body half-full When the hair-pin trigger pull 5-0 try to creep so I ran a Check on my motherf**kin 8-channel scanner Packin' 3 gats n***a with the weed hat Never gettin feedback slinging yay, speed, crack And anything on the black market Jackin' n***as for their d-dana danes so you better park it The mothaf**kin gangsta n***a Spice is the clip ray(? ) gangsta is the trigger Chorus (except slight variation) So to meet ya jah steppin' to me posse The 187 is heartless like the??? Mini me say now me the gangsta n***a with the ak Tryin to sell ya dayton off the gta Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothaf**ker slingin' yay Come again now Me me got to get me hustle every day Mini me say wa the ma jackin mothaf**ker slingin' yayo Ya can't tell me sh** about the mothaf**kin clip Ya can't say sh** about the mothaf**kin trigga Them n***as can't f**k with me mothaf**kin clip Bluh! Them n***as can't f**k with me mothaf**kin trigga Yeah fool 9-trey straight gangsta sh** n***as get gatted up Can't f**k with the 187 fac n***a we in your a** n***a with a gangsta lean Yeah Comin' out the mothaf**kin bay area Straight motherf**kin gangsta sh** Check it out All y'all real-a** n***as just ride 187,000 g