Spice 1 ft. Underground Kingz - Murder Man Dance Lyrics

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

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 OJ
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

Won't stop that shit to get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ride for fetti
La lala lala

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

Won't stop that shit to get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ride for fetti
La lala lala

Motherfuckas wanna keep a nigga
Under the water
But I'm a killer I'm a die for mine
Niggas is lost in the game
At the same but change
The BGs 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 cuts big balls and guts
Finna bust at a nigga wit'
One hand on my nuts
Leave ‘em six feet stankin’ under
Grave and then stuck
Feder-als got niggas surveilled
Lookin' at a nigga with binoculars
Searchin' for braids
And keep a killa on the payroll ready to hit
But I still run around with
A motherfuckin' do-it yourself kit
Niggas is dealt with, dyin' in threes
Make enemies that wanna burn me on a Jesus
But hot slugs make a
Motherfucka’s corpses freeze
Infrared on my strap on the side for cheap
Nigga please, suckas can't fuck with the
AKs, mini fourteens, automatic uzis
To G, or not to G, I be S-P-IC-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

Won't stop that shit to get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ride for fetti
La lala lala

Won't stop that shit to get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we ride for fetti
La lala lala

Do the murder man dance
Do the murder man dance
Do the murder man dance
Do the murder man dance