Spiceberg Slim - Spice 1

All black man, twenty-three inch rim

Who’s that gangsta?

Spiceberg Slim

Who’s that trippin'?

Hustla pimpin'?

Gangsta limpin'?

Spiceberg Slim

Keepin' you like Hefner, but still John like Gotti (Gotti)

Dime pieces like platinum all over my body

P-a-pop my collar, pull a bleezy up out my rim

Who’s that gangsta?

Spiceberg Slim

Zodiac sign, playboy bunny

Money hungry, full of power and cream

Real niggas ridin' fo' me and wit' me

They wan' get me, I dump till it’s empty

Don’t tempt me, I’m flash like Martin went off the Remy

Like the «Sixth Sense» I talk to dead O.G.'s

Walkin' around with the ball timers thug disease

Ain’t no cure for this (cure for this)

And if it is I don’t want it (want it)

I’m poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for sayin' blunted

Baby relax your mind let your conscience flee

Rub your titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E

I’ll be pervin', swervin', runnin' all up on the curb

Who the tip of the spiceberg?

Spiceberg Slim

All black man, twenty-three inch rim

Who’s that gangsta?

Spiceberg Slim

Who’s that trippin'?

Hustla pimpin'?

Gangsta limpin'?

Spiceberg Slim

You ain’t a thug, youse a phone, you been stressin' the bum

You the monkey in this motherfuckin' game and I’m King Kong

You think it’s fuckin', I’m the shit, I’mma gangsta and youse a bitch

I pack extra clips, you pack extra lipstick

I’mma killer, youse a couch with generic I’m high powered

You dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower

I’mma thug you get mugged, I’mma pound you one blood

I’m fifty calibur nigga, you just a twenty-two slug

I’m paddin' you, hardwood, I’m hummer you hondi

I’mma soldier and you just a civilian scared to die

On the fuel you take it, I was real you faked it

I keep my heat in the drama while you be ass-hole naked

I’m a big face hundred, you just a one dollar bill

You stack half a G while I stack half a mill

I’m the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda)

It’s Spiceberg Slim nigga, roll if you’re throwed over

All black man, twenty-three inch rim

Who’s that gangsta?

Spiceberg Slim

Who’s that trippin'?

Hustla pimpin'?

Gangsta limpin'?

Spiceberg Slim

Nigga you ain’t gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight

While I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light

Motherfucker I’m like a chrome twenty-three, you just a little tin-tin

You one shot in a glass and I’m a whole fifth of hen

I’m a shark with a rim, you just a tadpole in a pond

You emcee such and such, I’m Bossalini the Don nigga

Recognize Spice 1 when you see 'em

You don’t own a strap, I break down and grease 'em

I’m round as a gun bare, you square as a pool table

And twice as green as the chronic I inhale (*coughing*)

I’ll put one in your dome while you’re missin' multiple shots

I’m presidential Lex, you just a motherfuckin' swatch

Mickey Mouse watch ass nigga

Well I’m a motherfuckin' pull-a-Glock fast nigga

Smash niggas I’m gangsta like Stacey Adams, you soft like Hush Puppy

Spiceberg Slim motherfucker, shit can get ugly

All black man, twenty-three inch rim

Who’s that gangsta?

Spiceberg Slim

Who’s that trippin'?

Hustla pimpin'?

Gangsta limpin'?

Spiceberg Slim

All black man, twenty-three inch rim

Who’s that gangsta?

Spiceberg Slim

Who’s that trippin'?

Hustla pimpin'?

Gangsta limpin'?

Spiceberg Slim