[ Ant Banks ]
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( *burp* )
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Aw shit
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One of them fake-ass answer machines again
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1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine
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( *dial tone* )
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[ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ]
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Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
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Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
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Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
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Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a
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Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a
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Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
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Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
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Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
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Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the Fac-a
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Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
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Ya can't fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
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Ya want your ganja, Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
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The 187, the Faculty is back up in the house-a
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So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a
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Geah man
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[ Ant Banks ]
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Ha-ha
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Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right?
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But I heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right?
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You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas
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So what's up with that, nigga?
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[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]
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Giggagiggada-gangsta, giggaggida-gangsta
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S-p-i-c-e is a real one, and not a pranksta
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Mi like to bust-bang, shootin em up, mi glocks hang
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Shootin out da window of mi drop-top Mustang
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Aim for da chest while Ant Banks hold di clip
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Mi buckin em down, mi buckin em down cause for mi kilo mi killa
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Roll up a 20 sack, call mi da gangsta mack
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Look down da street and you see me, nigga, slingin crack
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The dopeman set up shop on mi block
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So call 187 line and order your rock-a
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Geah man
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[ caller ]
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Ah yeah
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This - ah
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Liquor Store Willie - ah
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I wanna -
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I want some for 10 dollars
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Can you do somethin for me for 10?
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[ Spice 1 ]
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Mi nigga Ant Banks, come down with di funky breakdown
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( *inhaling, coughing* )
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Damn man
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This ganja gets you fucked up, man
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Geah
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Mi need lick up another 20 sack
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Geah man
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[ VERSE 3: Spice 1 ]
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Mi kickin da rasta shit, but mi not Shabba Ranks-a
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Mi Spice 1, di muthafuckin gangsta
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Mi smokin da dank and it just might make mi kill ya
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If you comin at me talkin about sinsemilia
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Mi nigga G-Nut put together Endonesia
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Mi call it Gaja, give me some fire-a
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Can't lit di ashes, hits me in mi eye-a
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Before mi lead bust got to get mi headrush
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Even though Endonesia make me nervous
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Mi got mi nine and mi coolin up on di block
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Play mi for a fool, mi take his chest with mi glock
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Let dem niggas know not to be rushin mi knot
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So call 1-800 line and order your rock
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Geah man
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[ caller ]
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Uh yeah
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Uh this - eh
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Suck-Your-Dick Sally from the liquor store down the block
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Uh - I ain't got no money, but I'll suck your dick for a 10 piece
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[ VERSE 4: Spice 1 ]
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Before mi lay mi start, let mi say peace to mi nine
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Cause in mi neighborhood young niggas do di crime
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It's a ghetto thang to the East Bay Gangsta
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The city streets make a nigga want to shank ya
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Break yourself, now you fucked in the game
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The killin dance is a goddamn shame
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Money or murder, it's 187 proof-a
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So Ant Banks, bust da gin and da juice-a
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Mi signed with Jive, now mi Jive-ass nigga
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Break down di doja, roll it up a little bigger
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Mi watch da bitches cause da bitches a-gold digger
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So D the Poet, won't you pass mi the liquor
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The dopeman set up shop on mi block
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So call 1-800 and order your rocks
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Geah man
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[ Ant Banks ]
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Ah no, Spice
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I don't want no rocks and shit, man
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I'm callin cause I heard you was a fake-ass studio gangster
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Ain't never had a gun
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Ain't never been to jail
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Ain't never shot a muthafucka
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And I'm just tired of this fake-ass shit you kickin all over this tape
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I'm tired of it, man, I'm tired of it
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I ain't buyin it
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Fuck that shit
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You fake, partner
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Fuck that
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Fuck that
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I'm out, man
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1-800-Spice
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| Spice 1 |
