380 On That Ass Lyrics

The song 380 On That Ass is performed by Spice 1 in the album named 187 He Wrote in the year 1993 .

(prodeje)
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin off
Peace to my motherf**kin nine

(spice-1)
Yeah I remember that old shit

(prodeje)
So are you gonna kick some of that shit on your new album or what?

(spice-1)
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even f**k with the nine no more half

(prodeje)
Man don't you know the nina is the shit?

(spice-1)
Motherf**ker, one e-c-i-p-s is like a murderer
P-e-a-c-e to my motherf**kin nine servin ya
Cause I don't give a f**k who you are
Want an autograph bullet you can call me shootin star, nigga
I'm makin the murda shit to kick you in your a*s a bit
380 puckin up on that a*s come and test me bitch
You don't know who the f**k you're steppin to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that a*s dead by the do'
My chrome is shining like new money and it's kinda funny
I keep one bullet up in the chamber (? ? ? ? ) sunny
Five and a piggy dumb, dumb bullets to his hollow tip
Thinkin 187 proof nigga come take a sip
I'm sick, as f**k I'll do a drive-by in a black hearse
And leave yo in the street for homicide I think 380 burst
187 on an undercover p-i-g
They better duck when they see the chrome 3-ad
I'm thin as see I'm suicidal I don't give a f**k
So if my face wrinkle up everybody duck
I rush a nigga bust a bigger hole in his a*s
Cause hollow tip will fight a booty hoe when I blast
The bullet f**ked ya when I bucked ya it was instant death
187,000 g motherf**ker rest
The nigga tried to flip and unload the clip, I did the gangsta shit

(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that a*s bitch
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy

(spice-1)
Me hit the block with my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin lookin kinda shady
They owe me money and they better pay me
My shit will f**k up ya posse with the s-c-c
380 talkin to me tellin me blow a nigga back
So listen closely to the echo of the clap
Hit the motherf**kin blocks and my niggas
My motherf**kin niggas with they fingers on the triggers
So now I gotta smob and p-p-p-pop, pop
And buck with that 380 until a motherf**ker drop
It's in my car boy slammed it on a under-tip
I used to kill a motherf**ker for his blunted grip
I let my cousin use the shit to jack the dana-danes
A g-t-a with jackin nigga left the bloodstain
On the seat of the car he thought I was a star
Said I was a studio gangsta so I shot his jaw

(chorus: spice-1)
380 on that a*s bitch
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy

(prodeje)
So why you quit f**kin with the nine?

(spice-1)
I got love for nina g but she won't fit in my motherf**kin top

(havikk)
Don't you know that nigga prod and hav f**k with the nine and the 380?

(havoc)
I blow a niggas a*s to hell that's why I bust so deep
I pack a f**kin 3-8-0 up in my motherf**kin sleep
I'll split your skull and mail your brains to your mama fool
380 leavin motherf**kers in a blood pool
So chase your skill better yet nigga run and hide
I do a nigga on the slide when I hoop ride
So nigga smilin eat the shells from the a-t-v
Or many yet build the caps down with the faculty

(havikk)
I'm ready to kill a nigga, quick I'm ready to kill a nigga
187 ways to heaven when I drill a nigga
Then kill a daisy motherf**kers with the pistol grippin
They a*s is trippin because the nina gave that a*s a whippin
The back-street way yard six feet digger
Loced out with the nine makin that a*s shiver
The murders watch quickly smoked up
Buck, buck, block, block, bang, boom, boom niggas over

(prodeje)
I'll grab your heart and squeeze the motherf**ker till it bursts
And tie your corpse to the bumper of my homies hearse
I pack a nine but yo I'm down to pack a 3-8-0
And pump some motherf**kin slugs up in yo' anus hole
So punk ? look up? cause the s-p-i-c-e is strapped
And leave your brains pole sating in your f**kin lap

(havikk)
The cartel is for the killers the mobb piece rhymester giggy cap peelers
The giddily f**kin faculty the prodeje the killers be the smokin nigga quicker
380's on that a*shole nigga

(chorus: spice-1)
B-blast at 380
Niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-blast at 380
N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-blast at 380
N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)
B-blast at 380
N-niggas look crazy (everybody duck)

Spice 1 - 187 He Wrote

Sep 1993

380 On That Ass