Murder Man Dance

[Intro: Spice 1] Yeah, what's up, you P-HIV-havin'-ass niggas? This is to you, you punk motherfucka It's Spice 1, Black Bossalini, bitch My nigga Pimp C Bun B, you know I'm sayin' Came to drop game on you niggas Check this shit out, you know what I'm sayin' Feel me, smell me, motherfucka [Verse 1: Bun B] We live and direct from the Bay Blowin' it up with no play Fuck what a hoe say Jump out the trap and pull a O.J Like Kyser Soze We blunted out smokin' the most hay Higher than José But still watchin' you haters closely So buenos noches Got the yesca and the mota and your mami chocha Steady livin' mi vida loca Marijuana smoker We get richer, bitch you get broker Play ya just like poker Royal flush it without the joker So take a toke of the bombay Smell it from here to Pompeii In your fuckit or your Cadillac Allante Nothin' but good ganj-ay Don't get it twisted, you come up stinkin' like Strangé We get ballistic, specifically speakin' We straight leavin' you niggas leakin' Too many dickriders geekin' Why in the fuck you tweakin'? You peakin' but won't prance You wanna take a chance? Everybody in this bitch can do the murder man dance, nigga [Chorus] Won't stop that shit to get the cheese [??] Gs Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E We live for [??] 50 [Verse 2: Pimp C] Smokin' big, ???, invest in uncut caine Do my thang for the paper, ya'll do ya shit for the fame These hoe-ass niggas walkin' 'round like they need a daddy You a bitch, you need a pimp, I grip the grain in the Caddy I'm a hog in the game, I got some wet and some brown I got some white and some syrup, I'm tryin' to sew up my town Fuck niggas standin' around like the pistol ain't needed Young niggas ain't scared to die, they gettin' coked up and weeded I remember who retreated when the war was on Some niggas around 'em was neutral, but still ate food in my home My real brothas roll with me when the gun started poppin' And he never told on me when the hog started stoppin' I come from Port Arthur, Texas, where the hatin' is high Just for the record, fuck you bitches and you hoes ain't fly Niggas never squared off, cause they know that I'm trill Y'all talk that shit in y'all circle but I give a fuck how ya feel About a young rap nigga with a bag full of dope So put some endo in your swisha, bitch, and take you a smoke [Chorus] [Verse 3: Spice 1] Motherfuckas wanna keep a nigga under the weather But I'm a killer I'm a die for mine Niggas is lost in the game At the same but change The B.G.s got the K, born to kill you Starin' at the world through my rearview Never fear you—nigga for what? I got clips in the cut Big balls and guts And I'm bossin' a nigga with one hand on my nuts Leavin' 16 [???] Federales got niggas surveilled Lookin' at a nigga with binoculars lookin' for [??] Keep a nigga on the payroll ready to hit Y'all still on the ground with a motherfuckin' do-it-yourself kit Niggas is dealt with, dyin' in threes Make enemies that wanna burn me on a Jesus [???] But how slugs makin' motherfuckas cross the street? Infrared on my strap on the side for cheap Nigga please, suckas can't fuck with these AKs, [??] fourteens, automatic uzis To G, or not to G, I be S-P-I-C-E Pimp C, Bun B let a thug in me All you bitch ass niggas be muggin' me Playa hatin' niggas wanna put a slug in me Made a ditch for you niggas, and I dug it deep [Chorus x2] Do the murder man dance [x4]