Strap on the Side Spice 1

[Chorus]
Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
Don't fuck with the East Bay Gs (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side)
Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side)
Don't fuck with the East Bay G (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side)
Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side)
Don't fuck with the East Bay G (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side)
Rolling with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me (Peace to my motherfucking nine)
Don't fuck with the East Bay G (Got a strap on my side, got a strap on my side)

[Verse 1]
Broke 'em down with the clip and a trigger
Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on, niggas"
Nappy head motherfuckers in a Coupe de Ville
Lightin' shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see I hops on the flow like my nigga Domino
And get a big fat sack of yay
A key or a half, a motherfuckin' thing
Pistol whip a nigga with a AK
Peep this, la-di-da-di, I shot up his body
Left his ass bloody in the front of the party
Yeah, a y—a—young nigga rollin' up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G, see
I pulls my motherfuckin' UZI
And spill his brains (Spill his brains), spill his brains (Spill his brains)
I spill his brains in his motherfuckin' lap
I pulls a jack (Pulls a jack), pulls a jack (Pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his motherfuckin' back
I come from 187, not with that hoe shit
So, nigga, spark up the bomb so we can blow shit