1-800-Spice Spice 1

[ Ant Banks ]
( *burp* )
Aw shit
One of them fake-ass answer machines again
1-800-fake-ass-answer-machine
( *dial tone* )

[ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ]
Mi-ni-mi pickin up da phone to hear da ring-a-ding-ling-a
Mi hope ya not a cop, cause mi be slingin dem things-a
Da niggas up on mi block, dey got much love for da game-a
Jah man, just put your hands up if you slingin da caine-a
Mi got to get mi propers, if it snow, shine or rain-a
Mi pockets got di bumps cause mi so sick in da game-a
Gafflin muthafuckas, sellin em rocks on da streets-a
Ya want your money back, ya got to meet millimeter
Mi maxin up on the block with dis nigga from the Fac-a
Mi gots mi cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a
Ya can't fuck with mi posse cause mi posse be strapped
Ya want your ganja, Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
The 187, the Faculty is back up in the house-a
So roll up da canibus and put it up in your mouth-a

Geah man

[ Ant Banks ]
Ha-ha
Yeah, you tight with all that gangsta shit, partner, right?
But I heard you ain't the nigga you claim to be, right?
You one of them studio gangsta muthafuckas
So what's up with that, nigga?