Strap on the Side
Spice 1 Lyrics

Rollin with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me
I am carrying a gun with me

Don't fuck with the East Bay G!
Do not mess with me or the East Bay Gangsta

Poke 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Shoot them with my gun

Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, 'Come on Nigga!'
I am yelling like MC Eiht to intimidate them

Nappy-head muthafuckas in a coupe de-ville
Talking about people with afros who are driving a coupe de-ville

Lightin shit up like Fire Marshal Bill
Setting things on fire like Fire Marshal Bill from In Living Color

You see, I hops on the flo like my nigga Domino
Just like Domino, I am going to party and buy cocaine

And get a big fat sack of yay
Buying a large amount of cocaine

A key or a half the mothafuckin' bay
Buying a large amount of cocaine

Pistol-whipped him with an A-K.
Hit them with an AK-47 rifle

Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body
I shot and killed someone

I left his ass bloody in the front of the party.
I killed someone and left their body at the party

It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
I am a young person who is leaving the scene of a crime

Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
Driving away while being chased by the police

Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G
People get shot when they mess with me

See I pull my mothafuckin' UZI!
I grab my Uzi submachine gun

And, spill his brain (spill his brain)
Shooting someone in the head and killing them

Spill his brain (spill his brain)
Shooting someone in the head and killing them

Spill his brain in his mothafuckin' lap.
Killing someone and leaving their brain in their lap

I pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
Taking their money or possessions

Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
Taking their money or possessions

And shoot the heart out his mothafuckin' back!
Killing someone by shooting them in the back

I'm comin' with the 187, not with that ho shit
I am using my gun to commit murder, not for prostitution

So niggas, pack up the bombs, so we can blow shit!
Preparing for violence and destruction

Ver 2: comin' up in a mask like Tales of the Cryptic
Wearing a mask like in the Tales from the Crypt horror TV series

UZ thang swallows that ass like Lypton Nigga!
My Uzi gun will kill them and leave their body like a tea bag in boiling water

And now, they're trying to wander and vigor
People are trying to escape or run away

How the fuck Charles Manson try to step to a nigga?
Asking how Charles Manson, the notorious criminal, would deal with me

Put a blast on their ass with the holes of the barrel
Shooting someone with a gun

Bullets fly in a chest like a mothafuckin' farrow.
Bullets hitting someone's chest like arrows

'cause we get like Steven King, bodies swing from my ceiling
Killing people like the famous horror novelist Steven King

Oak was in the chest when it's time for cap peelin.
Possibly an allusion to slavery; when it is time for violence, I will kill them with guns

9-4, hit the do with a fat gat
Referring to 1994, and storming in with a large gun

Comin' like this, break 'em down like that.
Preparing to engage in violence and control others

The nigga with the bags and the fat crack sack
Referring to a drug dealer who has a lot of drugs

Po-Poes on my back, blow their ass off the map!
Police are following me, so I need to kill them and escape

With the 1-8-7, mad man killa
Using my gun to commit a murder

Spill a nigga guys for the fuck Cause, I'll be
Killing someone for no good reason

Ver 3: It goes one for the treble, you don't want to floss
I will hurt you if you are not careful

Unless you want to flex with my bitch you little boss.
Unless you are willing to engage in violence with me

Ga-a-gat that ass with the double-deuce Darringer
Using a small but powerful gun to hurt someone

From the bay area the pall bearer
Coming from the San Francisco Bay Area and bringing death

6 niggas carry ya momma in hysteria
Carrying your mother to the funeral because you are dead

Welcome to your mothafuckin' coffin, they'll stare at ya!
You are dead and people will look at your body in a coffin

Cause, you're a dead muthafucka black
You are dead and it is your fault

And you never should have fucked with the 1-8-7 fat.
You should have never messed with me and my violent tendencies

So nick-nack patty-wack, give a G a gat
Giving a gun to someone like me, a gangster

And put some bullets in that ass crack!
Harming someone by shooting them with a gun

Yeah, break 'em down with the Mack
Using a powerful machine gun to cause harm to others

And like John Madden 93, 'BOOM! He's on his back!'
A reference to John Madden's football video game franchise where players would get tackled and fall on their backs

Spice 1 is a mothafuckin' troopa
I am a soldier in my gang, committed to violence

So, say what's up to the East Bay Freddy Kruegar.
Referring to myself as a horror movie villain in the East Bay

Blow the head off the mothafuckin' cow
Shooting or killing someone in a violent way

When my gat goes off like an air 1000.
When I use my gun to cause harm

Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap
Requiring someone to remove their car's hood when I pull out my gun

Rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on my side!
Carrying my gun with me