Spice 1 - Dirty Bay lyrics

Verse one: spice-1 Born to die but hard to k**, a buh-buh-ballin a** timer Blow a hole up in your chest like the f**in una-bomber Your arms still bleedin fifty feet from your body Your 40 ounce threw way back to the other side of the party You was f**in with a k**a, your potnahs tried to tell you But you didn't listen, now your whole chest missin in action Cause i'm kidnappin motherf**er's souls Leavin holes in they bodies when they go I pops out the motherf**in chevy 350 ragtop Still bustin down the f**in block, the k**in don't stop We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna It's like you f**in with the man-a, tony montana We sent some k**as, to murda all the ones you love Chainsaw your motherf**in a** up in the bathtub Another murda, another f**ed up day Some more drama, f**ed in the dirty bay Chorus: spice-1 Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yea) I might have to use my ak (repeat 2x, vary 3rd = that ak, repeat) Verse two: spice-1 I back for these keys, if they ain't have me what they got (break yoself n***a) I'm dealin these motherf**ers on top, sieze on the spot Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk a** n***az And when they roll up and get out they ride I'ma get out, you stay inside And if you happen to see some k**in n***a don't go into shock Betta hop out with two chops tied together with your dirty socks Cause livin up in the bay we gone have a split up in it And your memory and corpse with sh** up in it n***az seein signs of overk**, yeah you did But n***az still kicked him in his motherf**in head But a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air n***az can't f** with these motherf**in nightmares Sellin keys and a half, some n***az filled with slugs And all the bodies drug, all the motherf**in ditches dug I bury paul, cuz i'm the pallbearer Get your dome clapped in the dirty bay area Chorus Verse three: spice-1 I'm sick up in this game I take no motherf**in shorts, of course, i'm cappin Leavin n***az body parts collapsin From the tech cuz i collect another k**in When i ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin Bumpin up old school ep sh** get off my ballzac Sippin on that hennesey me and my g is to' back See we don't be stress enough drama until the four chump But we'll bring it to you and murda if you want some Rollin up in caddies and dumpin out tinted windows Put so much lead up in n***az, use em for pencils See can't be flossin this sh** to make yourself look harder It's like, throwin some bloody meat up in the water n***a, then you will never yourself a nice day Cause these shark a** n***as'll gobble your a** up in the dirty bay Chorus: repeat 3x