Spice 1 – Spiceberg Slim lyrics

Send* corrections to the typist (Chorus

Spice: 1) All
black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's
that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's
that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta?
limpin' Spiceberg? Slim (Spice

1) Keepin'
you like Hefner but, still John like Gotti (Gotti) Dime
pieces like platinum all over my body P-a-pop
my collar pull, a bleezy up out my rim Who's
that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Zodiac
sign playboy, bunny Money
hungry full, of power and cream Real
n s****ridin' fo' me and wit' me They
wan' get me I, dump till it's empty Don't
tempt me I'm, flash like Martin went off the Remy Like
the "Sixth Sense" I talk to dead O G. 's. Walkin'
around with the ball timers thug disease Ain't
no cure for this (cure for this) And
if it is I don't want it (want it) I'm
poppin' pimp pills still, stabbin' for sayin' blunted Baby
relax your mind let your conscience flee Rub
your titties to the sound of S-P-I-C-E I'll
be pervin' swervin', runnin', all up on the curb Who
the tip of the spiceberg Spiceberg? Slim (Chorus

Spice: 1) All
black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's
that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's
that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta?
limpin' Spiceberg? Slim (Spice

1) You
ain't a thug youse, a phone you, been stressin' the bum You
the monkey in this mot in'*****game and I'm King Kong You
think it's fu n'***I'm, the s titI'ma, gangsta and youse a b h***I
pack extra clips you, pack extra lipstick I'ma
killer youse, a couch with generic I'm high powered You
dropped the soap on purpose in jail up in the shower I'ma
thug you get mugged I'ma, pound you one blood I'm
fifty calibur n anusyou, just a twenty-two slug I'm
paddin' you hardwood, I'm, hummer you hondi I'ma
soldier and you just a civilian scared to die On
the fuel you take it I, was real you faked it I
keep my heat in the drama while you be a -hole**naked I'm
a big face hundred you, just a one dollar bill You
stack half a G while I stack half a mill I'm
the raw and uncut while you laced up with bakin' soda (soda) It's
Spiceberg Slim n anusroll, if you're throwed over (Chorus

Spice: 1) All
black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's
that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's
that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta?
limpin' Spiceberg? Slim (Spice

1) n
anusyou ain't gon' squash grapes in a fruit fight While
I smash mercormeek will shine in the moon light m
r**********I'm like a chrome twenty-three you, just a little tin-tin You
one shot in a glass and I'm a whole fifth of hen I'm
a shark with a rim you, just a tadpole in a pond You
emcee such and such I'm, Bossalini the Don n anusRecognize
Spice 1 when you see 'em You
don't own a strap I, break down and grease 'em I'm
round as a gun bare you, square as a pool table And
twice as green as the chronic I inhale ( coughing*)*I'll
put one in your dome while you're missin' multiple shots I'm
presidential Lex you, just a mot in'*****swatch Mickey
Mouse watch a n** anusWell
I'm a mot in'*****pull-a-glock fast n anusSmash
n s****I'm gangsta like Stacey Adams you, soft like Hush Puppy Spiceberg
Slim m r**********s, titcan get ugly (Chorus

Spice: 1) All
black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's
that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's
that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta?
limpin' Spiceberg? Slim All
black man twenty-three, inch rim Who's
that gangsta Spiceberg? Slim Who's
that trippin' Hustla? pimpin' Gangsta?
limpin' Spiceberg? Slim