🎵 Strap on the Side (Clean Remix) // by Spice 1

3 Contributors Strap on the Side (Clean Remix) Lyrics [Chorus] Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) [Verse 1] Breakin' 'em down with the clip and a big fat trigger Screamin' out like I'm Eiht, yelling, "Come on, niggas" Nappy heads loc'ed out, rolling up in a Coupe de Ville Light your house up like Fire Marshal Bill You see I hops on the flow as if I was Domino And roll up on 'em in a drop six-trey-ay With gold on the D's, homie, look at these The switches make their ass just lay-ay Peep this, la-di-da-di, they buried his body Took my homie's life in the front of the party Yeah, a y-uh-young hustler rollin' up out the cut Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts Know they be gettin' gatted but they step to this G, see Can't have them thinkin' they can do me I let 'em know (Let 'em what?), let 'em know (Let 'em what?) 1-87 is the name of my show I let 'em know (Let 'em what?), let 'em know (Let 'em what?) 1-87 is the name of my show Come with that 1-87, hit 'em with them cold hits So homie, spark up the bomb so we can blow this [Chorus] Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) [Verse 2] Comin' up at them wicked like Tales of the Crypt, and Uz' thing swallowin' up them bodies like Lipton, player And now they try to wonder and figure How the Black Charles Manson get the clip and a trigger B-a-blast on 'em fast with the holes in the barrel Bullets fly in they chest like a sp-a-sp-a-sparrow We get like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling Opens up your chest when it's time for the cap peelin' '9-4, in the door with a fat gat Comin' like this, break 'em down like that The player with the plats and a fat bomb sack Got them bustas on my back, quick to blow 'em off the map With the 1-8-7, madman killer Cap peeler, on the real-a, 'cause I be— [Chorus] Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) [Verse 3] It goes one for the treble but you don't wanna floss Unless you wanna flex with my black Nina Ross G-a-gat 'em down with the double deuce Derringer From the Bay Area, the pall burier Six homies carry ya, mama in hysteria Walk up to your c-uh-c-uh-coffin and I stare at ya 'Cause you was dead on arrival, G Leavin' 'em with the R.I.P., 187 F-A-C So knick-knack paddy wack, rolling with my Nina Feelin' on her with my finger, yeah Break 'em down with the MAC And like John Madden '93, boom, he's on his back Spiggidy 1 on the real, a straight up trooper So say "what up" to the East Bay Freddy Krueger See, bustas be like runnin' for miles When I be blowin', I'm goin' off on 'em like a M-1000 Take the hood off your hooptie when I let it off Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side [Chorus] Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine) [Outro] Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me Can't step to the East Bay G (Pulling up to your bumper, baby)