City Streets lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Spice muthaf*ckin' One
Coolin' in Cali
Kickin' that gangsta sh*t
You get with it?

[Verse 1]
Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his coffin
Tagged him with the skull and bones, 'cause he be soften
Hollow like a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
That's when I knew that they were after S-P-I-C-E
Turned up my music and dashed, goin' 90, I mashed
Bullet holes all in my window from a 12-gauge blast
He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast
Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash
Tried to catch the cold, sold the devil his soul
Had his car and his face wrapped around a pole
With my vogues still smokin' hit 580 to Oakland
Still upset with the police because my window was broken
But my beat was still bumpin' and my amp was still pumpin'
And my nine was in my lap if any funk was jumpin'
Got the 20th and Nice as I kicked my tune
Hooked a left on 23rd and seen my homeboy June
Jumped straight out like an arrow
Had more gold than the pharaoh
Had my Nikey sweatsuit on and it was red like a sparrow
I told him what had happened and he already knew
He said, "You got a little funky with a fake-ass crew
The bass went boom and your gun went bang
And all you could see was flames"
At that very moment Coke and Ray started laughin'
And slapped each other's hands and said, "It's all about blastin'"
In the city streets
City streets

[Verse 2]
Kickin' it at the park, shootin' craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so n*ggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
I'm kissin' on the dice and I'm pimpin' 'em like my ho
So then I roll again, I'm f*ckin' with Big Ben
Now I ain't fade jack because I'm mackin' with that ten
I picked up the dice, shook 'em up and rolled once mo'
What came out the do'? What do you know, I hit that 4
f*ckin' with the dank I'm hearin' Marvin Gaye's oldies
Fadin' another 20, took a sip of my 40
There go my homie G-Nut with the gin and the juice
My n*gga's always f*ckin' with that 187 proof
I took a big-ass gulp and feelin' quite tipsy
Knowin' I'm like this these n*ggas try to cheat me
Huh, they can't get with me, I put em in his place
Then G-Nut threw the gin and busted a n*gga in his face
I thought it was quite funny, and I began to smirk
The fat-ass n*ggas face was grounded lyin' in the dirt
So I picked up my mail, and I'm about to go
'Cause I'm about that mo' money, mo' money, mo'
Now homie on his face, he rolled over just like that
And said, "This is a jack, gimme all my f*ckin' money back"
I act like I was scared, gave his money back fast
And when he tried to leave, I busted a cap up in his ass
These n*ggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
'Cause muthaf*ckas gank ya, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
The city streets

[Verse 3]
A few weeks back I robbed a n*gga for a K
Kickin' it on the block, slingin' D to O-P-E
Yo, runnin' from the five-o, you think this sh*t is funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If n*ggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop-pop a n*gga from behind
In this world of madness muthaf*ckas die
n*ggas slang and bang, and b*tches always lie
So I choose to be murderous and chop up n*ggas' bodies
And set like an example, a villain like John Gotti
The muthaf*ckin' gangsta S-P-I-C-E
They ring my mobile phone, now who the f*ck could that be?
b*tch, I said don't call me, I'm busy clockin' G's
I thought it was the fuzz, but some n*ggas told me "freeze!"
The barrel was at my back, it's a muthaf*ckin' jack
I knew I should've packed, I ain't goin' out like that
These n*ggas caught me slippin', and f*ck a yellow sack
n*ggas must be trippin' 'cause Dayton's touch my back
I hopped out of my sh*t and told him go ahead
And when he tried to leave I busted a cap up in his head
With blood all over his face is how the homie fled
I dragged him out the car and filled his corpse full of lead
These n*ggas out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
'Cause b*tch, I'm a gangsta, shank ya, sank ya in the city streets
The city streets

[Outro]
Aight, Banks
Let's pack the sh*t up, man