Spice 1 - Touch Me/Feel Me/Smell Me lyrics

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Spice 1 - Touch Me/Feel Me/Smell Me lyrics

[ Chorus sung ] Touch me, feel me, smell me Don by any means necessary You can't f** 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, k**in 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-a** n***as who ain't gon' even stick around For 2 minutes, f** 5 minutes of fame, I'm 10 years With longevity, n***a, deep as f** 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, n***a Dn by any means necessary Is you feelin me? Like titties and a** Is you feelin me? Like clockin some cash [ Chorus 2X ] [ VERSE 2 ] We ain't bullsh**tin, dump a n***a up in a ditch and Get to cookin chickens in the kitchen, it's non-fiction Realism, with multiplied bodies like catechism You f**in with the fetti just equals to murderism Hurt em, hit em, aim to split em down the middle, did him, got him Kicked the n***a dead in his a** before I shot him Rapper's complex, you n***as think I think I'm the sh** 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 n***a, Taco Bell is that-a-way, b**h n***a, put your gat away The big dog, f** Scooby Doo, scrappin for scratch Pa** the dubee, fool, what's crackin, n***a, don't baby-sit that You can't f** with the legendary East Bay Gangster, Spice 1, don by any means necessary Spice 1, don by any means necessary n***a, by any means necessary [ Chorus 2X ] [ VERSE 3 ] And all you n***as talkin that sh** in them streets can s** my dick You can quote me on that, I'm a real rider, b**h Your opinion is like a a**hole, I stick my Uzi in it f** you co*kroaches talkin bunch of sh**, I'm born sinnin Been in it from the beginnin, Spice 1 the O.G Coast to coast, worldwide muthaf**as know me I'm the one who set the foundation For them n***as that sp-spit the g-gangsta sh** real fast all the way across the nation That sh** you talkin 'bout I was born when I played it Cause magazines be so East Coast orientated Politics in the game, they forced this sh** down our throat We wanna hear n***as from where we from on the radio [ Chorus until end ]