Mo’ Mail Spice 1 (Ft. E-40)

[Intro: E-40 & G-Nut]
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga E-40 in this motherfucker
I buzzin, finna step in
Kickin it in the Fac house motherfucker
Ay, G-Nut, Spice, Xtra-Large
Let em have it

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Went out the house, I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin with drop top drop havin a fun-day
Kickin it with my niggas up on the block
Talkin shit drinkin Crooked I
I got the fat head rush from the chocolate Thai
I'm feelin good I wanna kick it and hang out
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a Glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip, load the clip, put the joint to my lip
Get the motherfuckin forty, take a real ass nigga hit
I'm sittin on my gat thinkin shit is cool
Some niggas roll up in an old school
I ain't trippin, ay G you know this nigga's face
I heard the motherfuckin bass
Of a sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Musty dead bodies and a catty bump, trump
Smellin up the neighborhood lyin in the bushes
Somebody had mo' mail than the rest of the pushers